The most incredibly painful experience I've ever had is losing my dad. He's been dead for 19 years now, and it's still very difficult to talk much about his death. It's so difficult for me to hear this song, Butterfly Kisses, even now. His death has affected my life profoundly. You see, it was quite unexpected. He was only 44 years-old when he died of a heart attack - just three months before his very first grandchild was born. Probably why losing Dad hurt so much was because he was very special to me.

When I was only about a year old, my mom and dad started dating. Dad insisted on taking me with them on their dates. When I was 18 months-old, Mom and Dad got married, and he made me his own. As you have already guessed, Dad was not my biological dad; he adopted me. My mom had divorced my "bio-dad" when I was only six months-old, but all I ever remembered was my dad, the man who adopted me.

Not only was Dad very special, because he wanted me for his own daughter very much, but Daddy was such a patient, quiet man. He never struck me out of anger. He never yelled at me. He only punished me when I needed it, and he never lost his temper doing it. I remember, when I would be so upset about something, Dad would pull me up onto his lap and ask me what was the matter. He was very calm and very patient, and I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he loved me very much. He would call me "Sis," and he would call my brothers and I "snot-nosed kids" or "rugrats." I know to some people that sounds terrible! But, it was never terrible coming from Daddy. I knew he meant it affectionately and with love. He never, ever called us those names out of meanness or out of anger. In fact, he usually had a smile on his face when he said it.

I remember lighting fireworks with Dad on the Fourth-of-July; snuggling with him on the floor to watch t.v.; fun times snowmobiling with him, Mom, my little brother, and Grandma; and going outside one Christmas Eve to watch the junction of two planets that, together, looked very bright like the Star of Bethlehem.

I wish with all my heart that Dad could have seen my family. He loved my husband like a son, and my husband has said that, when Dad died, he lost one of his best friends. Dad's death has caused a void in many lives, but not so much as in the lives of his children. It has hurt us very much.

If you haven't talked to your dad for awhile, you had better get over there, or pick up that telephone, before it's too late. Death is a thief, and you never know when it will strike. One of the saddest things I've ever done is to lay the Father's Day card, I purchased in advance, on top of my Daddy's coffin, because he didn't quite make it to Father's Day.

Daddy, if you're listening, I love you with all my heart, and I miss you so very, very much.....Happy Father's Day.

You know, the song, "Butterfly Kisses," is very special to me. My dad's family used to give butterfly kisses. When he died, I was devastated. He was only 44 years-old. I wasn't a child any longer, but I never got to spend enough time with him. He and mom divorced when I was young, and Dad was a work-a-holic -- for real. Grandma couldn't get him to come in from working to eat Thanksgiving dinner; we had to wait for him. He was so wonderful and so dear to me, and it hurt so very much when he, very unexpectedly, died of a heart-attack.

We don't know how long we have here, so we've got to make sure it counts - especially with our children. Daddy died 15 years ago, but there're tears in my eyes as I'm writing this. How I would love to have him here right now. I wish I could do his laundry. I wish I could bake his favorite, cherry pie - with cherries from my own cherry tree. I wish a could just sit and watch a movie with him. I can't. He's gone from this earth forever.

As good a man as he was - and he was good - I don't know where he went when he died. You see, goodness doesn't get us into Heaven; none of us are good enough. God says, in His Holy Word:
"For by grace you have been saved, through faith, and that not of yourselves. It is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast."
-Ephesians 2:8-9

Do you know where you're going when you die? Right now's a great time to think about it, while you're still here. :o) I hope my daddy's in Heaven. I wasn't with him at the end. I don't know if He accepted God's free gift of Salvation through His Son, Jesus Christ. I hope Dad did. I really want to see him again when I die. I love him so very much! And, I love Jesus the Christ so very much too, with all of my heart, mind and soul.

Hi. It's been 17 years now since my dad's death - almost to the day. It's June 7, 2004. I made it through this Memorial Day and visiting his grave, for the first time, without great depression or tears.....until now.

When I linked to this page, from my home page tonight, and checked the link, I turned up the speaker to hear the song I'd put on this page when I first made it. That's all it took was to hear "Butterfly Kisses," and to see my daddy's picture again. I still can't hear that song. It's so hard. Cherish your dad this Father's Day. God bless you and yours in Jesus Christ's Name.

Daddy was a carpenter/builder/draftsman, so this background set I've made is dedicated to him. Please do not take it. He loved to create beautiful things from wood, and he was a "wiz" at geometry! What he built was built to last, and it has.

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