This article originally appeared on: A Daughter’s Love
I am missing you with a new painful sting these days.
I miss calling you and discussing my wedding plans, I miss your advice, I miss laughing with you. You have only been gone for a year, but my grief has blindsided me since my engagement last month.
I really miss being your daughter as I plan my wedding day.
I’m just a few weeks into planning the best day of my life and I feel like you died all over again. Lately, I find myself constantly telling strangers that you are deceased, sending me crashing into those ferocious waves of grief.
Fathers are such a significant part of a bride’s wedding day.
From the flower that I am supposed to pin on your tux to our father daughter dance. Every single time I tell someone that you will not be attending they respond with a sad face and offer condolences shattering my heart all over again.
We want this to be a celebration of love and we are trying to weave you into our wedding day in various ways. But it’s not the same, and boy oh boy does it hurt. They sell memorial pins and I can hang a photo of you on my bouquet. Some magazines tell fatherless brides to reserve a chair in your memory or light a candle for you. All agonizing reminders that that I will be a fatherless bride.
How can the happiest day of my life also be one of the most painful days of my life?
I proudly wear your wedding ring on my neck every single day, I wore it the day I found my gown. It took all my strength not to burst into tears when I “said yes to the dress”, knowing that you will not be there to walk me down the aisle, dance with me or give one of your memorable speeches.
Your wedding ring hanging next to my heart is another cruel reminder that you are no longer here.
Three days before you died I sat with you in the hospital and cried harder than I ever cried. I told you how terrified I was to lose you. I begged you to stay because you couldn’t miss my wedding, I needed you in my life, forever preferably. It sounds so selfish, because you were in so much pain, but I didn’t want to let go. The fear of losing you was an agonizing gut wrenching pain. With tears in your eyes you smiled, held my hand and promised me you would be there.
It has been so heartbreaking and lonely with you gone but I want you to know that I am not alone any more. The day Ronen proposed he officially became my family and each day we are building a future together.
Dad, you will always be my first love, my forever hero.
Thank you for loving me, supporting me and guiding me. Thank you for every compliment you gave mom, because from you, I’ve learned what it truly means to unconditionally love your spouse.
A girl’s first true love is her father. —Marisol Santiago