Two years ago today, my dad passed away from cancer. I miss him dearly. I was daddys little girl, even at the age of 31.

He was my teacher in life. We would and could talk about anything.

My parents have a wood shed. In that wood shed dad and I would have our best talks.
My dad loved his veggie garden, we would have our talks pulling weeds and the like.
He was my dad, my friend. He was my also my husbands "dad" too. He taught my husband so much. Dad was a awesome man. Everyone loved him. In a small town everyone knows everyone.

So many lessons tought to me, that will never be forgotten. So many good times and even a few bad times. Growing up, I never knew we where poor. Dad made sure we where rich in what counts, and that is love.

As a child my brother and I would wait on Christmas Eve for dad to come home from work. He would get a bonus check and go and buy my mom, brother and I gifts. They could of used the money so many other places, but dad spent it on us. It was not much, but those little memories mean the most. All those little ones. I never thought about the little things in life as much as I do now.

I had a dream not long after dad passed. He was in the garden. I wanted to get in the garden to help dad. But for some reason there was this big fence that I could not get over. Dad said it was not my time yet. He was not ready for me. In my dream I started to cry, but dad kept saying those words over and over again, it was not my time, the garden was not ready for me yet.

I ran in a house. It was not my parents house. I seen my dad in the house again. I was crying so hard, as I wanted to be with my dad. In my dream, I grabed on to him. Crying so hard. Not wanting to let go. Dad started to get real bright. Almost to the point I could not look at him. He said he had to go now, and it was not my time. And he turned into a really bright lite, and was gone.
I woke up, crying. But then I understood.

See, at that time. I did want to die. I was down to 104 pounds. I did not think I could live life without my teacher, my father, my friend.

When the garden is ready, I will see dad again, and all my loved ones that have passed.

And he will once again, and I will here those little words I miss so. As I walk into that garden. " well hello there"

I love you daddy. I miss you still daddy. Thank you for all that you did for us. Thank you for everything you taught us. My dad, my teacher, my friend.

Megan