10 years later and I still find myself wondering how life would have been if you were here. Stupid right? I’m meant to be over it by now, well moved on and having let go of all the memories I have.
It sometimes feels as if you were here this minute, then the next you were gone. As if you just left. I obviously would have wished you had been around longer to watch me grow, to watch find myself and to watch me blossom.
For years I blamed myself; just maybe if you had waited for me to come and get you, maybe the accident would not have happened. If you had just agreed to wait…but destiny and fate were already at play.
I am greatful for the times we shared. I am greatful for the love you had for me. I am angry at your mistakes. I am greatful for your belief in me. Thank you for the memories we shared. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for allowing me to be me.
When fathers are present, and loving, their daughters develop a strong sense of self and are more confident in their abilities.
In order to develop positive self-esteem, a healthy father-daughter bond is key.
But when do you really get over the loss of a loved one? How many years or months does it take?