There's not a day that goes by where I don't think about my Dad and how very much I miss him. Two years ago today my life changed with an early morning phone call from my sister. To this day, if the phone rings before nine, my heart drops to my stomach. We all still ache. I pour my grief and my love out onto my journal pages. I am grateful to be able to do this.
Two years later, I look at my photos, listen to his cds, think of his stories and surround myself with his love. I would give anything to talk to him and to hear that wonderful laugh of his again. Always such caring and concern in his voice. Always love. That was my Dad.
(July 2011 with Tristan on our way to Colorado.)