The First Birthday Without Him
My Daddy.
You would have been 47 yesterday.
It was the first June 23rd I've ever spent not hearing my Dad's voice. And though there's so much life to celebrate in little Bearett, my heart was heavier yesterday than it's been in a very long time. Oh, what I wouldn't give to hold you in my arms...and to feel the prickle of your whiskers on my cheek just one last time. One more Dave Matthews song. One more baseball game. Just one more, "I love you, Baby."
Number 77, we love you. We miss you.
And we hope you knew how much you mean to us.
Praise God for your 46 beautiful and miracle-rich years.
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