This is my daddy ❤️
I thank him for loving me. All the stories I've heard and been told... I feel like I know him even if I don't remember. My daddy had me and my brother. My brother use to share stories of how he would get him to go sleep, by tacking a dollar above his bed, lol.
My daddy named me, i was told he would come home and just get to yelling, Where's my Mimi." My moma said I was his favorite girl. He would just sit and hold me, tell me how pretty I was. I was told thats why I was spoiled, it all started with my daddy.
The stories from him being athletic and funny to being a baker, avid bowler, and pool player. From all the stories, I can definitely see our similarities. Im stamped by my father and proud.
I've had strangers walk up to me and ask me directly...am I a Metoyer. Soon as I say yes, its a gasp..they ask...are you Terry Metoyer's daughter. You look just like him and your Auntie Gina.
This is what makes me proud. Its been 40+ years and people still think of him, talk of him, and are reminded of him.
His spirit may have moved on but he's present in everything I do and am. I see it in my kids...what's from my daddy. In me, from head to toe. I see him in my face and I always say, that's my daddy.
With age, I've never felt more love and understanding of all my daddy was. Seeing this restored my faith in knowing he will never be forgotten nor will it ever be questioned on how much he's missed.
This page has touched my heart. I'm happy to see this page created for my daddy. I'll be sure to post the remaining pictures I have. Warning...he was gorgeous!!!!
Thank you for allowing me to share.
My daddy named me, i was told he would come home and just get to yelling, Where's my Mimi." My moma said I was his favorite girl. He would just sit and hold me, tell me how pretty I was. I was told thats why I was spoiled, it all started with my daddy.
The stories from him being athletic and funny to being a baker, avid bowler, and pool player. From all the stories, I can definitely see our similarities. Im stamped by my father and proud.
I've had strangers walk up to me and ask me directly...am I a Metoyer. Soon as I say yes, its a gasp..they ask...are you Terry Metoyer's daughter. You look just like him and your Auntie Gina.
This is what makes me proud. Its been 40+ years and people still think of him, talk of him, and are reminded of him.
His spirit may have moved on but he's present in everything I do and am. I see it in my kids...what's from my daddy. In me, from head to toe. I see him in my face and I always say, that's my daddy.
With age, I've never felt more love and understanding of all my daddy was. Seeing this restored my faith in knowing he will never be forgotten nor will it ever be questioned on how much he's missed.
This page has touched my heart. I'm happy to see this page created for my daddy. I'll be sure to post the remaining pictures I have. Warning...he was gorgeous!!!!
Thank you for allowing me to share.
