Yesterday I had such an overwhelming feeling of sadness for the loss of my father, who died 21 yrs ago. I can't believe it's been that long and yet some days, it feels like yesterday. When he died, in my house, on Hospice, I was sure that I couldn't live without him. I had never felt so much pain, he was my daddy, I just wanted him to stay a little longer. I know that God knows what was best for him but I did not want him to leave me. I was always a daddy's girl, even though we lived apart since I was twelve due to divorce. He was still my daddy. There are days still when I have to just cry to relieve the heaviness of heart that I feel. But I keep him alive in memories and telling my children about him, in many different ways. Oh, what would I give for just one more look from him, he had such expressive eyes, like his mother....they could tell you everything they were feeling with a look. I will never forget the love that shown from his eyes near the end. I can only hope he felt the love I have for him. I miss him still.