I miss my daddy EVERY DAY. Some days are better than others, however I have a breakdown of some sort every single day. I know people say "time heals." I guess it does in certain ways, but I know that I will never quit missing him. He was so special to me. I have been looking back at pictures of my childhood and I have discovered that every picture I had made with my daddy shows me sitting as close to him as possible. I was always such a daddy's girl. He is the kind of person I strive to be. I see a great deal of him in my children, and for that I am so very fortunate. My heart is so full when someone notices resemblances of my daddy in myself or my children. For some reason, his memory has been weighing heavier on my mind in the past few weeks. It has been like reliving his death all over again. I am very thankful to have such a great family to help me when I am sad. God is good to me and I know he is taking good care of my sweet daddy.
This is the poem I wrote on the day of his funeral.
*My Daddy*
He was so special
He was so rare,
If anyone needed help
He was always there.
He was so patient
He was so smart,
And he loved everyone
With all his heart.
He was so gentle
He was so wise,
I often thought
He was an angel in disguise.
He was My Daddy
And I was so proud
And I know he lives on
Behind the most beautiful cloud.
Written with much love by:
Misty Dowdy
April 7, 2007

















