Gone but not forgotten

Ludwig Groth December 3, 1931-July 27, 2015

Exactly 1 year ago today I lost the closest person in my life my dad. My dad and I have always been extremely close. I’m not even sure why, but I’ve always been a daddy’s girl. We understood each other like no one else, probably because we were so much alike. Both hard working, creative, slightly opinionated, and very stubborn. My dad was the smartest person I know. He was a jack of all trades and could make, build, paint, or fix just about anything.

I knew for quite awhile that I didn’t have much longer with my dad as he had been slowly losing his health. There’s nothing worse in this world than watching someone you love so much slowly slip away and not being able to do a thing about it. Nothing could prepared me for the day when the doctors told me that there was nothing more they could do for him. And that they would have to remove the tube to see if he could breathe on his own. The day that he passed, I just knew it was going to be his last day. I never thought I would be strong enough to see him go, but I just couldn’t leave him I just knew in my heart that I had to stay and hold his hand until he took his last breath.

There’s not a single day that I don’t think about my dad and miss him like crazy. I still pick up the phone to call him and tell him all about my day. I would give something up just to spend one full day with my dad, because I just miss him that much.

Dear Dad,

I miss you so incredibly much, and wish you were here to see everything I’ve been doing. I’m hoping you are proud of your daughter, as you definitely were an influence on my life. I know you’re still with me as I feel your presence, but it’s just not the same here anymore without you. The grandchildren miss you too, especially Nick but we try to be strong for each other as I know that’s what you would have wanted.

I love you with all my heart…

Theresa