Daddy died June 8th. He was a good, kind man who loved music, nature, good food and life.
It took me awhile to post this. It is funny, the things we avoid while grieving. Writing these simple words are really a bit too much right now but I felt the need to honor him with just a note today....more later. At 88 years old, he had enjoyed a full life...but letting go is always hardest for those left behind.
He was Daddy, Dad, Father, Papa and then Big Papa to us as we grew up and as our families grew. But to me he has always been Daddy.
You are missed.