Last night was one week since my dad has been gone and I have been struggling to find words. I still can’t comprehend it and it doesn’t seem real. I come to the house every day thinking he’s gonna be out in his shed grilling, or sitting in his chair watching ESPN or the news. My dad was my number 1 supporter. Whatever I wanted to do we did it. I think I can confidently say that I was the favorite ;) although he loved all of us unconditionally. When one of us wanted something I was the one sent to ask because it would most likely be a yes. When I wanted to be a “cowgirl” we bought a horse and my dad bought a big saddle so he could ride too. When I thought I wanted to be a “seamstress”, my dad immediately went to the shop and made tags for me to sew onto everything I was making. The amount of love and support my dad showed to me and my family can’t be put into words. Nothing is ever going to be the same, but I know he’s always with me. I won’t be able to call him and tell him exactly what happened after every practice or work out. But now he will be able to watch the whole thing. I’m not sure who’s going to tell me what match number I am, what mat I’m on and somehow find every little detail about the girl I’m wrestling. But I know he’ll be giving me signs along the way. I hope people can see a little bit of him through me every day as my mom would say “she’s your daughter!” Daddy, you’ll be missed greatly and I love you more than you can ever imagine! I’m counting the days down until I can see you and give you a big hug again! 🤍💕