Nothing 4 Nothing

100 degrees I feel really sad about the death of Peter Jennings. He died of lung cancer as my Dad did at age 52. Although Dad passed away many years ago, Peter's death unexpectedly brought back to me many painful memories. Seeing my healthy, strong, fun loving father gradually decline and die. And it reminds me how terribly I missed my Dad all these years. How jealous I have always been that other kids and later other adults still had their fathers. How I longed to talk to my Dad as an adult, he was so wise, so comical, so generous. How much he had yet to teach me, how much I could have learned from him, how much we had in common and could have shared. I know if he lived my life would had been much much different. I long to feel his strong arms wrap around and hug me, and I long to hear his voice again. I can barely remember his voice now. It almost feels like a dream that I had a Dad...but he was real, and I was for a short time daddy's little girl. People said I was his spitting image. He was my hero and always will be my hero. He took his cancer in stride, he never felt sorry for himself. He tried so hard to beat it. People never take your fathers for granted, treasure your time together, it all passes so quickly. I love Dad so very much. I hope he knows it.