I know some of you are in the same boat as me. The, I lost a parent boat. It's been 6 years today that my step-dad passed away. It was very sudden and tragic (he was struck by lightning on our driveway). The day constantly plays over in my head. I was very close with him. My sister was my best friend since pre-school and then our parents married when we were 7. So I knew him my whole life. I was as close to him as if he were my real dad. Now with the wedding coming up I find myself crying a lot more when I think about him. When my dad calls to talk about our first dance, I can't help but think that it was supposed to be shared with my step-dad, Barry. I was going to have both my dads walk me down the aisle. I think about how my kids will never meet this absolutely wonderful man. I hate the fact that they will only know him through stories. I can't believe it's been 6 years already. Growing up and having these wonderful events just makes it that much harder. I once confessed on our board, that I was worried I was going to start crying during my father/daughter dance, not because I was happy but because I was sad that he wasn't there. One of the reasons why I picked a song that meant nothing to the two of us. We were so much alike that I never felt like he was my step-dad. I could go on, but... my heart hurts. Thanks for letting me vent and get this off my chest. You girls always make me feel better.
