I've had a Kleenex in my had most of the day....you might want to grab one, because I need to write my thoughts so I do not forget this day.
Tonight marks 1 month since we lost Daddy. A month.....in 6 hours we'll have to say "over a month ago" and I've had a heck of a time dealing with this today.
It started as any other day....I zipped to Richardson to work at the company that helps us close loans. I get out at lunch and head to Chik fil a, my favorite when going to Richardson. As I sat in line I watched as I lady came out with these tiny little shoes in her hand and a little girls hand in the other. The little girl couldn't have been more than 2 years old. She was crying so hard and the lady was trying to console her, it was a very sweet moment to witness. I'd venture to guess that that little girl was crying because although the lady thought it was time to go, she'd rather stay and play. As I watched this with a smile, the song "I saw God today" came on. It's George Strait and it's just a very touching song, especially when you remember that his daughter was killed in a car accident several years ago. By the time the song was over, I was up to pay and in tears beyond stopping. I couldn't help but think about Dad. Just as now, as the tears roll, it happened today too. I finally got my food and got back to the office. At 5:30 I bolted for home and when I got in the car, Brad Paisley and Dolly Pardon were singing "When I get where I'm going" which is what I chose for Dad's funeral. I cried some more.
Then....as if it should have happened, I hear "One more day" that Morgan chose for the service. This was more than I could stand....I cried all the way home.
Gathering myself, I get to the apartment and go check the mail. There is an envelope with Mom's handwriting.....I remembered her saying that Cay had written something for Carla and I and she wanted to mail it. It was here.....I opened the envelope and when it started "Dearest girls" I couldn't read anymore thru the tears. It took me a minute to clear my eyes, but then I read her story of the deer and a man's two daughters. It was such a fitting end to a very tearful day. I shall save that letter forever.
I miss his calls, I miss his questions, I miss him....I know you do too Carla. Maybe we can go see the deer the next time I come down that way, together. He'd like that.
Cay thank you for making me smile thru the tears, I sure needed it today. And Mom, I love you! You too Carla.
From one of his girls....
Pam
