5 years without my Dad

It has now been 5 years since my dad passed away. I still remember the exact moment I found out that he died, and seeing his yellow-bike-glove-covered hand peeking out from under that tarp. My (and my family's) world fell apart that day.

He was this family's strength; I always knew things were going to turn out right if I had his support. What were we going to do without him? How are we supposed to go through the rest of this life without him?? We were supposed to have him for at least another 20 years!!

My father did everything for our family; not only did he mow my lawns when I worked too many hours to do it myself....or help install a new front door on my brother's house....or wash my mom's car every Saturday morning.....but he did something so much more important than all that. He listened to us. He hugged us when we felt broken down. He loved us with every cell of his body. He was the most amazing met I've ever met.

I miss you, dad. I think about you every day. I really hope I get to see you someday again. I wish I could believe there is a God and that we'll meet in heaven one day, but what God would take a man like you from this earth at such a young age?

All I know: I love you and miss you terribly, Dad.