This is a photo of my Dad and me at my high school graduation.
It was 29 (gulp) years ago.
I was 16.
This is a picture of my Dad about 5 or so years before he died.
He was about 50 in the photo.
Yves de Broin,
Born - March 24th, 1941, Died - March 3rd, 1996
My Dad died 15 years ago today.
He was 54 and I was 30.
All these years mean that my Dad has missed most of the most important things that happened to me in my adult life.
It has been 15 years filled with changes and events and growing that he did not live through with me.
And yet, in many ways , his passing feels so much more recent.
Strange things, time and loss…
March 3rd will always be a sad day for me.
But a day I can still find gratitude and appreciation for so much.
A day where I think about all I have become and how much I wish I could share with him.
A day that I give thanks for the gifts he gave me and for the good times, the loving and memories.
The day that I miss him very much and wish so much he could at least come for a visit
and give me one of those hugs that only your Daddy can give you.
A day of joy and sorrow, if that makes any sense…
Thinking of you, loving you, and missing you, my Daddy.
And sending extra special love to others who are missing him today too.