#2312 two years

My dad died two years ago today. Although the fact of it has been on my mind all day, I haven't dwelt on it. I have kept myself occupied with lots of other things, I only teared up when I was talking to my son about it and looking at a photo I took of Dad with T when the kid was just a wee tyke of four or so. I'd framed the photo and given it to my dad as a gift. Lizzie and Mom sent it to T for Christmas. It might be one of my favorite photos. I don't have it on this computer or I'd post it. Another time. I truly don't think I could do it tonight. It would be too much emotion right before bed.

I miss my dad all the time. Hardly a day goes by that I don't think about him. I often think, "Dad wold love this!" or I think of something to tell him that would make him smile or hopefully laugh out loud and maybe even clap his hands. It felt so great to make him laugh like that.

Two years. Sometimes the memories of those last couple of weeks with him are so vivid I would have thought it was only a few months ago.

Do you know that I still have a couple of voice mails he left on my phone? I can't bring myself to delete them. They aren't anything really special, just him saying that he was calling to check in and see how we were doing. I don't listen to them very often, but I like knowing they are there.

Well damn, I shouldn't have waited so long to write tonight because now I'm sad.

Good night.