Yesterday marked a year since we lost my dad. It was also my birthday which unfortunately will forever be a little bittersweet. Sometimes I'm not sure I'm supposed to talk about it anymore, sometimes I wonder how we talk about anything else--- ever.
But we do, and I know we should, and I know if he's watching he'd want to witness as much action and happiness and laughter and debate and affection and arguing and making up and JOY as possible. He'd want to see it all. He loved life and taught me so much and I miss him like crazy and still think of him every day. Some days more than others. Yesterday was one of those.
I love you so so much, Dad.