Daddy has always been here for me. All my life, one thing was constant - the fact that I knew without doubts that my parents loved me and were there for me no matter what.
This new reality that I live in doesn't make sense to me. Any time I have ever needed something, all I have had to do was pick up my phone and call my daddy. I never really thought about it, I just knew if I needed something fixed at my house, an errand ran, a mid night snack...all I had to do was call daddy.
Sometimes I would think that maybe I was using him. But, I could always tell how much it pleased him to be needed, to be wanted.
Daddy would almost always take my car for oil changes, or would follow me, then he and I would go to Dairy Queen or some other restaurant while the car was being taken care of. For some reason, since he died, I just can't seem to get my oil changed.
When I lived in the same neighborhood, I would come home and my grass would be mowed. I never had to ask or hint. It would just be taken care of. He would run to the store and pick things up for me and fix things around the house - from shower door seals, to gutters, to toilet thing-a-ma-bobs.
Even though I lived in a different state for the 8-10 months before he got sick and died, it seems like all those little things are more missed and more noticed than they were before.
Tonight was a night that I just wanted to call mom and dad up and say, "why don't ya'll come on over for dinner and a movie?"
I miss you so much, Daddy. Not the things you did for me - but you.
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