One More Day

Inspired by Oprah this week, if I had one more day to spend with anyone, who would it be??????

Well, that is a question that pretty much ANYONE could answer about me and for the few and far between that can't, I will help you out. I would give my right hand(and I am a righty, but willing to compromise and learn to be a lefty) for the opportunity to spend "one more day" with my best friend, confindant and sparring partner, also known to me affecionately as DADDY!!

Jan. 27th will mark four years since the awful day when dh showed up at school and spoke the most horrible words that I have ever heard in my entire life, "Honey, Dad's Gone". I thought he was crazed-then with his mother standing by his side, I thought he meant HIS Dad. I looked at them and said, I'm sorry. "No, honey, DADDY IS GONE". Those words will haunt me for the rest of my life.

As a child, my father was not the warm and loving, compassionate soul one would expect a Daddy to be. In fact, he was downright horrible to me at times. I was the blacksheep of the family. His SON could do NO wrong and I could do NO right.

As an adult, that changed very quickly when I confronted him. I am the only one who ever had the gumption to ever confront him. He was ONE tough cookie, my Dad. He agreed he hadn't been daddy of the world, but that he couldnt' change the past. However, he could certainly make the effort to move forward and be different from that day forward. AND HE WAS. For the longest time, he didn't know ME. He looked at me and thought that he saw my birthmother(however, the entire world will tell you that I am 100% TINSKY and look just like my Dad and NO ONE ever has to ask who Aunt Sue is to me cause we look just alike).
So, for the last 13 years of his life, my dad became everything to me. He was still a tough cookie, but just on the outside.

He cried alll the time. He had always been a moosh, but happy times, he cried. Sad times he cried and he gave me the hardest time all the time, but that is why I say he was my sparring partner.

On Monday Jan. 26th, I spoke to him after school, as always. We spoke at least 2-3 times a day. I went off to real estate school that night and John called him on break from class at 9pm. He said that he was coming up on Friday to see our new house that he had coached us on purchasing arguing the contract specifics. However, they would have to leave early on Sunday so that they would be home in time to watch the Super Bowl.
John asked if he wanted to talk to me, he said NO. I spoke to her earlier and if she is with you then I know she is okay.
Back to class we went. The next morning at 8:30am is when John told me the news.
Daddy went to sleep after his conversation with John and woke up at 3am to use the bathroom. When my step-mom woke up at 7am, he was gone!! He never got to see our new house, xcept in photos and the thing that is the HARDEST thing for me to this minute as I sit here crying, is that he NEVER got to see/meet his grandson in this world.

All he ever wanted is for us to be happy and have a child. Well, we found out we were pg. 6 weeks after losing him the day we returned from our cruise on the Queen Mary(Daddy planned the trip for 9 of us). I am not a spiritual person but i KNOW that my son IS my dad. He looked like him in the womb and he is now my sparring partner. He is everything my father luved-bright, gorgeous and percotious.

If I had one more day, I would make sure that he knew just how much I luved him and I would cherish the time that he would get to spend with his grandson. Most of all, I would make him proud as he watched me be the MOMMY I never had.

I luv you Daddy and I KNOW you are with me, but oh how I would give you that right hand in a second for ONE MORE DAY!!