Tuesday, September 20, 2011
As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose.
An anniversary is generally thought of as a happy time. A time of celebration. In this case, it's a reminder of the hardest day of my entire life.
It's very difficult to believe that it's been 2 years. Two. Years. I miss my dad more today than I did yesterday. I still dream about him. And I still stop to wonder what advice he'd give me. He was the best at that. Mainly because he would stand behind whatever decision I had made, regardless of what anyone else thought or said.
I sure do miss you, Dad. I celebrate you too. Today and every day.