Thankfulness is the memory of the heart.--Massieu
I’m thankful that I was blessed with the most amazing and wonderful father. I’m thankful that I have nothing but happy and pleasant memories of him – of the songs we made up together about silly things like bicycling along and cumquats, of the tricks we played on my mother, of the many ziplock bags of kisses I packed for him to take on trips, of the playhouse with its white picket fence and big E in the eaves that he built for me, of all the dogs we raised, of the pumpkin pie and boiled custard and pound cake that I loved making for him and he loved eating, and of his gentle, generous, caring spirit. I’m thankful to have been a daddy’s girl for so many years, and I'm especially thankful that I don't have regrets or things that I wished I had done or told him and never did. I’m thankful that it was his last Father’s Day weekend that we found out Rebecca was on her way and that it was to him we announced the news of my pregnancy. I'm thankful to have been there as one of his caregivers and advocates while he made a miraculous recovery long enough to see his granddaughter. I'm thankful that I can still see him every day, because he lives on in Rebecca in so many ways.
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