Four years ago, my dad died. It wasn't totally unexpected. He had been sick on and off for about a year, with the doctors misdiagnosing his pulmonary fibrosis. He died three days after Wingman's birthday, and I literally WILLED him to stay alive at least a day past that so I wouldn't be forced to say "Yep, today is Wingman's birthday and the day Dad died.” It may not have been as much my will as his final wish to see his great granddaughter one more time before he died. I guess I know where I get my stubbornness from.
Monday, June 17, 2019
Fathers Be Good to Your Daughters. Daughters Will Love Like You Do
Four years ago, my dad died. It wasn't totally unexpected. He had been sick on and off for about a year, with the doctors misdiagnosing his pulmonary fibrosis. He died three days after Wingman's birthday, and I literally WILLED him to stay alive at least a day past that so I wouldn't be forced to say "Yep, today is Wingman's birthday and the day Dad died.” It may not have been as much my will as his final wish to see his great granddaughter one more time before he died. I guess I know where I get my stubbornness from.
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