Losing everything

He was everything to me.

My day always started with a smile because of him.
He made me feel so special.
So loved.

When I came home from the mall, he always wanted to see what I bought.
When I was going out, he always had me do a fashion show for him.
He always picked the perfect shoes.
He always told me how "purty" I was.

He opened my doors for me and always picked up the tab.
He treated me like the princess he said I was.

He was always ready to dance with me.

He never missed or forgot my birthday or Valentine's Day.
He always let me know how special I was.

He was so proud of me and loved telling everyone how great I was.
He beamed with pride that I was his.
He loved escorting me into a room on his arm.
He never let me forget that I was perfect the way I was.

He would have crawled over glass to make me smile.

He was the greatest love of my life.

Then he died.

My dad, the man who was everything to me was gone.

And I've had no choice but to accept that fact and move forward.

Which made me realize...
if I can get over the loss of the most amazing man in my world,
losing you...
really isn't losing anything at all.