My dad came to the office today. He seemed tired and didn’t seem so excited to be here. He was here for only a few minutes before my brother wheeled him away.
After he left, I was talking to my co-worker who has been with the company for 16 years. She ended up in tears and confided in me that she has always seen my dad as her own dad and it hurts her to see him this way. I knew she cared about him, but I didn’t know that she saw him like a father. She says her father died before she started working for our company and that she always looked up to my dad. He was always such a strong leader in our family and in the business.
This was a reminder of what a powerful impact my dad had on people. He has always been a very special man.
Will I ever stop missing him?
I know I write about my dad a lot, but it’s only because I looked up to him a lot and it’s just weird mourning for someone who hasn’t passed away.