My Dad has been gone for seven years today. It doesn’t seem possible. There is at once too much and too little to express. I’ve been thinking of him a lot today, turning over what I know, what I surmise, what was always hidden. It’s been a fairly good day, but melancholy. I just miss him, and I wish I’d had more chances, for so many things and in so many ways.
Memories are sometimes what we live for. Good memories are rare, so we must enjoy them just infinitely. And there are people who are as infinite as life.
Hugs, my friend!
It’s a hard time every year it was 15 years December the 4th since my dad passed and there isn’t a day that doesn’t go by I don’t think of him. Something he did or helped with and wish he was here. But wonderful memories held in your heart will always keep him close in everything you do.