Remembering

Four years have gone by fast. You are always in our hearts and on our minds. It still hurts as I know it always will.

I use you as an example often, asking myself, what would my Father have done? How can I borrow what was the best of him and continue to put that love out into the world? How can I show the love and goodness that says (at times), I am my Father's daughter? He was not a saint (far from it) but he was good to his daughters and he treated his friends like family. He had a smile and kind words for strangers he would meet on the street. He was constantly running into friends no matter where he was (in Boston or on the other side of the world.) This is what I want, to learn his kindness, his openness and how to make people feel loved and cared for.

We love and miss you, Daddy. Always.

(Photo of a young Tristan and my Dad circa 1997 in Boston.)