My dad died 12 years ago today. I don't know why I feel like I have to document this on my blog every year, but I've noticed I usually do. Looking back on my past posts, I see him in a lot of y decisions and my life.
This was from the year before I got married.
This one made me cry all over again.
I love him. I miss him. There is a part of me that will always be missing something - the part that wants to talk to him and run to him. He was a wonderful man, imperfect and crazy sometimes, but I would have loved to see him age and change with me.
Night, daddy. You are in my heart.