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Giannawannabe
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I was just at my 11-year-old daughter’s softball game. My friend’s parents were there. My friend’s dad was so excited about the game—cheering his granddaughter on.
My dad died almost 6 years ago. He was only 60 years old. He loved his grandkids so much. He would’ve been at as many ball games as he could. I could almost hear him laughing and bragging about his granddaughter, skipping out onto the field because she got to play 1st base. I almost cried, thinking about how, if he were still with us, he would’ve enjoyed my 9-year-old son pitching and hitting homeruns. He would’ve laughed his head off at my little 5-year-old daughter, the only girl on her team, wearing lip gloss/nail polish and a necklace with her baseball uniform.
With the approach of Father’s Day, does anyone especially miss their Dads?
My dad died almost 6 years ago. He was only 60 years old. He loved his grandkids so much. He would’ve been at as many ball games as he could. I could almost hear him laughing and bragging about his granddaughter, skipping out onto the field because she got to play 1st base. I almost cried, thinking about how, if he were still with us, he would’ve enjoyed my 9-year-old son pitching and hitting homeruns. He would’ve laughed his head off at my little 5-year-old daughter, the only girl on her team, wearing lip gloss/nail polish and a necklace with her baseball uniform.
With the approach of Father’s Day, does anyone especially miss their Dads?