Our daughter is now 15. She is playing softball again finally...she stopped after her dad died.
As I sat on the bleacher watching her play, I was overwhelmed by how much she looks and moves like him on the ball field. I felt suddenly felt so sad. Sad that I was having to sit there alone and sad because I think she is getting so shorted by not having her dad there.
At 5 years, I just had another one of those "he really isn't coming home" moments. I'm glad they aren't very often anymore though.
Getting through our son's games aren't any easier....but he doesn't look so much like his dad. He is the one who is missing out of the most cause I can't do anything more than flatten my butt on the bleachers for him...
I feel so alone. I want to carry around a sign that says "Daddy would have been here if he just hadn't died."
As I sat on the bleacher watching her play, I was overwhelmed by how much she looks and moves like him on the ball field. I felt suddenly felt so sad. Sad that I was having to sit there alone and sad because I think she is getting so shorted by not having her dad there.
At 5 years, I just had another one of those "he really isn't coming home" moments. I'm glad they aren't very often anymore though.
Getting through our son's games aren't any easier....but he doesn't look so much like his dad. He is the one who is missing out of the most cause I can't do anything more than flatten my butt on the bleachers for him...
I feel so alone. I want to carry around a sign that says "Daddy would have been here if he just hadn't died."