You are gone one year today. Some days it seems like this year has dragged on. But in all honesty, I can’t believe it’s been a year already.
I can’t believe that I miss my gluten contaminated house filled with your cakes, doughnuts, breads, and cookies, Mr. Cookie Monster.
Having you live with me was so incredibly difficult and yet so incredibly rewarding. While I didn’t like your nocturnal need for tea and conversation, I cherish those 3 a.m. conversations nonetheless. In those talks I learned so much.
I miss your advice. Oh boy do I ever miss your advice. Lately I could really use it and somehow asking myself “what would Dad do?” doesn’t seem adequate.
I miss your voice. I miss hearing you say “love you babe”.
Thanks for being my dad. Miss you Dad.