Every little girl grows up thinking the world of her dad. He will always be the first man you ever loved. And I am no different from any of those little girls.
Its been 3 years and 10 months now since my Dad passed away from Cardiomyopathy and I still miss him and still think of him. And I always will.
There is not much you can do for someone you love that has passed away. No matter how much you wish, there will never be any last kisses, last hugs, no last laughs, stories, or “I love you”s. It feels like they have just disappeared out of your world – poof! And there is nothing you can do to bring them back. Not even for just one last day.
So, I decided to do something in memory of my Dad and to help others that suffer with this heart condition. This Sunday I am running The British 10k to raise money for the Caridomyopathy Association and in memory of my Daddy. I haven’t ever been a runner but just started in January this year in preparation for this run.
In memory of my Daddy, for this race and for this evening, I’ll share with you just a little handful of why he was such a special person in my life:
- The bad dad jokes he would crack and then burst out laughing about by himself until he turned bright red – which would then make us laugh… at him.
- He would be so silly it would make me giggle so hard – like when he used to pretend to give birth to a baby out of his t-shirt (which was my teddy bear) and acted so shocked when it came out and it was a teddy bear instead of a baby – I was only 4 years old but I still remember that one as I found it hilarious at the time.
- The bedtime reading I would look forward to every single night right up to my teens – I think I remember Enid Blyton’s Bedtime Stories for Eight Year Olds being one of my favourites… although he did make up some great stories too.
- The way he was such a good listener to me when I would cry about my problems and then he would tell me “chin up” because everything will always be okay in the end.
- Our imaginary friends that we used to create stories about and giggle about together – Yep! Jelly and Rosenkranz were their names!
- The way he always believed in me no matter how big my dreams were – Even when I wanted to be a princess at 4 years old and a famous rock star at 13 years old.
- The love of food we shared together as a family – Sunday brunches and Saturday night dinners were my favourite. Yes, my love of food started at a young age with my family meals.
- Being my tooth fairy and leaving me the greatest gifts – I remember finding Betamax videos of Walt Disney cartoons and big bags of sweets under my pillow; BEST TOOTH FAIRY EVER!
- When my Daddy was ill, he had a big medicine box on a shelf in the living room, and on random mornings, I would leave him notes or a little present that he would find before he went to work and he would leave the same under my door that I would find before I went to school – Just to say “I love you” and to have a good day.
It makes me smile when I think about the great memories we made and this is how I remember him.
Our imaginary friends will live on forever, Daddy. I’ll always be your little girl.
For my Daddy, for The Cardiomyopathy Association, for others out there suffering, and for their families, please make a little donation: http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/StephanieWhiteley
This blog post and my run on Sunday are my way to celebrate his beautiful life.