Without Him

Losing the person who always gave you a sense of freedom leaves your heart shattered in a way you have never known. The day I laid daddy down to rest was the day I lost a piece of my heart. My dad was always the one to cheer me on when I lost myself; he would tell me what I needed to hear when I was down to my last breath. My daddy was the first to read all the stories I wrote. Now that he is gone, I want to put it all away. I do not believe I could write another story without his encouragement. You see, Daddy would always give me the most honest feedback. He would sit up late at night with me, just watching me write away, making sure I ate and drank when I would lock myself away for days at a time, writing my next masterpiece. Whenever I struggled to produce ideas, my dad would recount a story from his childhood or life, which would inspire me to write. The fear of losing all that wisdom now is very scary. As I stand at Daddy's grave talking to him about my next story, all I can do is pray that he is having the best rest of his life. He would not stop till the Lord took him from this world.