I am really missing my dad today. It's been years since he died, but he is often in my thoughts, as the seasons change, as I watch my daughter grow up, when I hear a certain song...I think of him.
He was so young when he died. Only 50. There was so much more of life for him to live, but he was taken away.
My heart aches for him, to be able to talk with him, to feel his hug even one more time.
I don't think I will ever get over this loss.