A Letter To My Late Father As I Prepare For My Wedding
I am so sad you won’t be here to walk me down the aisle or share a dance with me.
I am so sad you won’t be here to walk me down the aisle or share a dance with me.
It’s okay to grieve, and it’s okay to talk about the celebrity or “regular, everyday person” that died. If it affects you, IT AFFECTS YOU, and no one can tell you how you should feel about it.
I wasn’t prepared for the possibility of falling deeply in love with you. But then you just happened, you were everything I could ever ask for and everything I had no clue I wanted.
If you aren’t aware of what has happened in the past fews days you should know the always “charming” Rosie O’Donnell decided to make an assumption about Barron Trump.
Dad I cannot possibly fathom that the last time I felt the warmth of your hug was ten years ago.
Quitting him was like quitting smoking. But when you really think about it you compared him to something that causes cancer, so how good could he really have been for you?
The sad part is, we could have been a royal flush. We could have been as high as the aces. You could have been my king, and I your queen. Together we could have been a jack-of-all-trades, a nearly perfect ten. But you weren’t all in, you folded, thinking everyone else had a perfect hand when in reality all they had was their very own two of a kind.
He will always be excited to see you.
You lost the person that made you feel most safe. The person you did well in school for, shared your first laughs with, and the first man who would ever love you.
I want love where no matter how much money we don’t have, we work together and push through, not by walking away but by picking each other up. I want someone who I can talk to for hours about nothing but also sit in complete silence with. I want a love that even years after they are gone I love him just the same. I want passionate extraordinary love. I want unexpected love. I want love worth all the pain before them.