When my oldest sister, Sarah, got married she made all the sisters bridesmaids. After the wedding was over, the next day we went to my father’s grave and left all 5 bouquets. It was kind of like a “Dad, wished you were there. It would have been awesome but we thought of you” type of deal.
When Esther, sister #4, got married she also went to visit my dad and left her bouquet there.
On Sunday, Mr. Ladybug went with me for the first time so that I could leave my father my bouquet. I could tell he felt a little awkward like he didn’t know if he should say something so he looked at my father’s grave stone, waved, and said “Hello!”
I did a little prayer outloud and then I started crying in the middle of it and Mr. Ladybug took over the rest of the prayer while holding me since I was sobbing like a little bitch. The sweet thing about this was that he doesn’t even pray. Thanks hun. This is why I love you.
I miss you appa. I wish you could have met Mr. Ladybug. You would’ve liked him a lot.
Wish you were there. I was thinking of you.
It must be so hard. But your Dad must be so proud of you and happy for you :-).