I have been thinking about my Dad a lot lately. After 15 years, I have resigned myself to just live with this ache in my chest regarding him.
Anyone who knew my Dad, knows that he was NOT extremely demonstrative. That being the case, I DO have a few pictures of us together and I ALWAYS knew that my Dad loved me!
I think it was the Saturday before he died that I clearly remember him sitting at my Parents’ dining room table and I kissed him on the right side of his forehead and I just said, “I love you, Daddy.” I remember that he told me that he loves me too.
I also remember that and that Sunday, my Mom took Sean to Greenfield Village and I stayed at their house to be with my Dad. I remember that I called my Mom because my Dad did not sound well. She came home early from Greenfield Village with Sean. I was too chicken to say anything to my dad before I left and instead, told Sean to, “Kiss Grandfather goodbye.“
The last thing that I remember my Dad say was some thing like, “Come here, Handsome.”
I have already watched the halftime show three times and the game twice. My friend texted me this video and I was speechless. I absolutely love Matthew Stafford and I have never had a daughter but hearing him say that he loved his girls made me think of my Dad: