I was laying in the bed the other night, not sleeping of course! My mind was all over the place. Somehow it ended up on my friend Ashley Yarbrough and her precious little boy Miller. I had seen them earlier that day. I was thinking about how I wanted to get up at 11PM and drive to Denver to pinch his cheeks! Then I started thinking about her mom Beth. Beth and her husband Joe have been friends to our family for as long as I can remember. Recently, I came upon some old pictures of all of us. Funny. I will have to post those some time when I have a week or so. It has taken me three days to set up this stinking blog! I am not computer savvy. Anyway, back to my point. I thought about The Yarbroughs and all they have meant to us over the years. I started thinking about Beth's blog and I thought I am going to do that. I am going to create a blog about the journey of losing my very best friend in the world, my Daddy. I thought maybe it would help someone else who is hurting or maybe it would help "little old me!'
This is a scary adventure for me. I didn't get my Daddy's literary skills. We all know he could write the best editorial in town! I would often joke and tell Daddy I am not the brightest star in the sky! He would get so mad and I would just laugh and say...........it's okay Daddy. I can cut a "mean" yard on that zero turn lawn mower!!!!!
Laugh as much as you breathe. Daddy bought that plate the week before he went to Heaven. He and I started a remodeling project for Mom while she was in Haiti on a mission trip. We redid the kitchen. When he came in carrying that plate I said NO WAY was that going in there!!!! I told him those colors were from 1990 and he could find another room in the house for it! He laughed his BIG ole' laugh. He said he just loved the message and HAD to have it. I said well it can say it in the den because it isn't going in this new kitchen!
The next day, I went back up to work with him and that blame plate had made it's way back to the kitchen! Needless to say, I gave in because deep down I loved it too even if it didn't match a thing in there!
The next day, I went back up to work with him and that blame plate had made it's way back to the kitchen! Needless to say, I gave in because deep down I loved it too even if it didn't match a thing in there!
Laughing was something that you could always hear in our home. Especially when Daddy was around. His laugh was loud and strong and came from deep in his belly. I haven't felt like laughing in about a month but I know that the simple message on that plate was my Daddy's plea for me.
I often told him I wanted to go to Heaven first because I just knew I wouldn't be able to tolerate the pain of losing him. He would die laughing and say............"You have got to get over it!" This loss is something I will NEVER get over. The pain is so intense sometimes I double over in pain. I just wanted to do something to honor him on his birthday.
Will this be some fancy blog with huge words that I can barely say? Lord no. This blog is going to be simple, yet raw. I will leave you with something funny that happened at school yesterday. (I would always tell Daddy my funny school stories and he would laugh with me!) We had nap time and I looked down and saw a little boy in the class sitting up and bouncing back and forth. Then he proceeds to take his socks and shoes off and bend down and talk to his feet. I said what in the world are you doing? This is nap time. You are supposed to be resting! He said oh I am Mrs. Sherrill but I had to have a talk with my feet and make sure they were resting too!
I have this message in my classroom at school. One day, I will be able to "Laugh As Much As I Breathe!" To be honest, it seems impossible without Charlie T. around to do that! I miss you Daddy. I love you so much. I can't wait to get to Heaven to see you.
