It has been 12 years since my dad passed away. It is hard to believe that I haven't seen him for over a decade. While it doesn't hurt as much as it did when he died, it is still hard to think about. I try not to, because otherwise I won't be able to function.
I think about him all the time, though. Yesterday when we looked through our stockings it felt like he should have been there, even though it has been more than 15 years since we all celebrated Christmas together. Tonight when we played board games, I saw his humor coming out in my brother DW. When Montana and I watch Saturday Night Live, I remember watching it with my dad at her age. I attribute my sense of humor to him, my appreciation for comedy.
We didn't do anything special for my dad today, although it would have been nice, but I am hoping to see his sister soon, which always makes me think of him.
I wish he were still here so Montana could meet him and see what I saw in him; I feel so sad that she missed it all.
I did get a nice surprise in the mail this week, thanks to Christmas: Mom's best friend found old photos of my dad from when I was a kid, and sent them to me. I was overjoyed. I have only a few pictures, because everything he had was destroyed by a flood. I am so grateful for those few she sent, including the one of him feeding me above <3
RIP Dad, miss you every day.
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