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Three years ago today was Father’s Day, June 19, 2022.
Three years ago today, my Daddy died by suicide, but I call it Sue-icide.
Three years ago today, my Daddy’s heart stopped beating, but it was already completely broken.
Three years ago today, my friends gathered around me.
Three years ago today, my Daddy went to Heaven to see Momma, but more importantly - he went to see the God he served his entire life.
Three years ago today, I saw the unimaginable, but “I can only imagine”what he saw.
Three years ago today was Father’s Day, June 19, 2022.
I don’t like double dates.
My Daddy died on June 19, 2022, and that year it was Father’s Day.
As the years roll by, dates of some holidays will change on the calendar.
We are left with not just one day, but two days that are heavier than most.
I grieve him every day, but June 19th AND Father’s Day I feel somber, sad, and scared. Yes, I feel scared that one day there will not be anyone to remember him. Who will continue his legacy to help others?
I guess I’ll just have to keep writing so their stories, their legacy, and their love will live forever.
Daddy died three years ago tomorrow.
I don’t like double dates.
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Happy Father’s Day to my Daddy. You will always be the wind beneath my wings.
To know him was to love him. ❤️
There are still so many stories that I can tell, but the one that comes to mind tonight is of bedtime stories.
Daddy wrote many stories, but he would tell me and my sister bedtime stories each night, no matter how tired he was.
“Please Daddy, tell us a story,” we would beg.
He told us about:
-Speckles, the Hen
-Tom Turkey (which he recorded for my 4th grade class for Thanksgiving)
-The Watermelon
-Johnny and Snoochie
I can still hear him telling me the story, if I close my eyes. I can see him leaning in our doorway with his right hand braced on the wall to hold himself up. After a long day of farming, preaching, and doing all the things he did - he still found time to tell us stories each night.
One other thing I remember him saying is how he wished we could always stay there, me and my sister in our beds, always there, safe with him and Momma.
I’ve grown very strong over the past few years, and I don’t cry as often, but I’m crying tonight. I’m crying because I remember the stories, and I remember the man that told them. 💔
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Daddy was always showing me the way. Good dads are like that. 
It didn’t matter what life threw my way, Daddy was there to show me what to do. He gave me love, direction, instruction, and guidance.
In this picture, he’s showing me how to ride my tricycle on Christmas Day. Many years later, he would show me how to drive a tractor and our flatbed dually truck.
I can remember getting my driver’s license and hoping I could drive our Oldsmobile car to school. Most of the time I could, but at other times I had to take the truck, which would be loaded down with hay in the back.
From driving a tricycle to driving a tractor to building a science project to being a Christian - Daddy showed me the way.
After the accident on July 29, 2019, Daddy couldn’t show me the way anymore. His path was made dark, and his light would never come back.
For me, I choose to remember my Daddy as he is now - in Glory, surrounded by angels, singing and whistling, while walking down streets of gold.
His path is bright, and once again, he is still showing me the way.
"A Certified Grief Educator is committed to providing the highest level of grief support through education, experience, and insights into the often unacknowledged rocky terrain of grief.
Certified Grief Educators completed a certificate program designed by world-renowned grief expert, David Kessler. They bring his unique methodology, tools, and decades of experience to help people navigate the challenges of grief."
If you know someone suffering in silence, someone that needs a hand to hold, or just someone to sit with them in that silence - I would love to offer guidance and support. I offer in-person visits, virtual visits, and will be starting group support soon, via Zoom. If you wish to be in my start-up group, please reach out with GROUP for the email subject line.
You can reach me at info@thinktheo.com
#HopeAllTheWay #GriefSupport #GriefEducator #loveremains #MyGriefisNotLikeYours #GriefCertification #DavidKessler ... See MoreSee Less
Three years ago today was Father’s Day, June 19, 2022.
Three years ago today, my Daddy died by suicide, but I call it Sue-icide.
Three years ago today, my Daddy’s heart stopped beating, but it was already completely broken.
Three years ago today, my friends gathered around me.
Three years ago today, my Daddy went to Heaven to see Momma, but more importantly - he went to see the God he served his entire life.
Three years ago today, I saw the unimaginable, but “I can only imagine”what he saw.
Three years ago today was Father’s Day, June 19, 2022. ... See MoreSee Less
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I don’t like double dates.
My Daddy died on June 19, 2022, and that year it was Father’s Day.
As the years roll by, dates of some holidays will change on the calendar.
We are left with not just one day, but two days that are heavier than most.
I grieve him every day, but June 19th AND Father’s Day I feel somber, sad, and scared. Yes, I feel scared that one day there will not be anyone to remember him. Who will continue his legacy to help others?
I guess I’ll just have to keep writing so their stories, their legacy, and their love will live forever.
Daddy died three years ago tomorrow.
I don’t like double dates. ... See MoreSee Less
This is the one thing I simply have not been able to do…yet.
I am strong, but I just can’t put it on paper directly to him. Perhaps because writing is how Daddy and I communicated our feelings so it’s just too hard to communicate that when he’s not here.
💔🙏❤️Dear Dad,
It’s Father’s Day, and you’ve been on my mind all day.
I wish I could tell you all of this in person, but for now, I’m writing it here, hoping in some way, it still reaches you.
Happy Father’s Day in Heaven.
I just want to thank you for being the kind of dad who always showed up.
Thank you for teaching me how to believe in myself.
For all the little things you did that made a big difference.
For cheering me on even when you were tired.
For being the kind of man I could admire — and learn from — without question.
Thank you for never letting me forget how proud you were of me,
and for being the kind of dad I looked up to my whole life.
Thank you for raising me to know my own worth.
Not a single day goes by that you're not on my mind.
I wonder if I’m still making you proud.
I think about whether you'd be okay with how I'm living, loving, and always trying to do my best.
And even if it sounds silly, your opinion still matters to me — even now.
And Dad…
The only reason I’m still standing, still moving forward, still finding my way — is because of you.
Because of the way you raised me.
Because of the strength you passed on.
Because of the love you gave so fully.
You built the foundation I walk on every day.
I miss you more than I can put into words.
But today, more than anything — I just wanted to say thank you.
Love you always,
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To know him was to love him. ❤️
There are still so many stories that I can tell, but the one that comes to mind tonight is of bedtime stories.
Daddy wrote many stories, but he would tell me and my sister bedtime stories each night, no matter how tired he was.
“Please Daddy, tell us a story,” we would beg.
He told us about:
-Speckles, the Hen
-Tom Turkey (which he recorded for my 4th grade class for Thanksgiving)
-The Watermelon
-Johnny and Snoochie
I can still hear him telling me the story, if I close my eyes. I can see him leaning in our doorway with his right hand braced on the wall to hold himself up. After a long day of farming, preaching, and doing all the things he did - he still found time to tell us stories each night.
One other thing I remember him saying is how he wished we could always stay there, me and my sister in our beds, always there, safe with him and Momma.
I’ve grown very strong over the past few years, and I don’t cry as often, but I’m crying tonight. I’m crying because I remember the stories, and I remember the man that told them. 💔 ... See MoreSee Less
Daddy was always showing me the way. Good dads are like that. 
It didn’t matter what life threw my way, Daddy was there to show me what to do. He gave me love, direction, instruction, and guidance.
In this picture, he’s showing me how to ride my tricycle on Christmas Day. Many years later, he would show me how to drive a tractor and our flatbed dually truck.
I can remember getting my driver’s license and hoping I could drive our Oldsmobile car to school. Most of the time I could, but at other times I had to take the truck, which would be loaded down with hay in the back.
From driving a tricycle to driving a tractor to building a science project to being a Christian - Daddy showed me the way.
After the accident on July 29, 2019, Daddy couldn’t show me the way anymore. His path was made dark, and his light would never come back.
For me, I choose to remember my Daddy as he is now - in Glory, surrounded by angels, singing and whistling, while walking down streets of gold.
His path is bright, and once again, he is still showing me the way. ... See MoreSee Less