Fathers Day 2016
Today marks the first Father’s Day without my Daddy. Simply writing those words brings a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes. My heart aches to have him here, yet knows he’s in a better place, it just doesn’t make me miss him any less.
They say to have loved and lost is better than to not have loved at all, so I accept the beautiful truth in those words, and am grateful to have loved and been loved by my amazing Daddy for 37 years.
Since my Daddy passed, I have fallen in love with an insect that was always his favorite:
The butterfly’s long journey in the cocoon, their painful process of becoming a butterfly, and then their ultimate accomplishment in spreading their wings and flying, is something to behold. They have such grace, beauty, and bring such joy and happiness to anyone who sees them.
I have much to say about all that I am learning regarding the metaphor of the butterfly and our spiritual re birthing, but I’m saving that for another post.
Today, I want to want to honor my Daddy and all he is to me today and always.
Today, I proudly wear a butterfly in my hair, accompanied by a white flower, as a tribute to the first man I loved, who now has been given his wings & who’s presence is felt flying around me, like that of a butterfly.
In my Mother’s words, he was “Bigger than Life” and like a butterfly, he could enter a room and bring with him smiles, joy and laughter.
I miss his presence, his hugs, his laughter and that sparkle in his eyes, when he would smile with pride and affection.
He will forever be with me, his words echoing in my heart. I thank God for gifting me with a Daddy who loved God and taught me to love Him just as much!
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy! Enjoy your first Father’s Day with Our Heavenly Father. I miss you and love you!
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