3 years

Three years ago yesterday my dad died.  Hard to believe.  I still can see something or think of something and almost pick up the phone to call him.  I miss our phone talks.  Well, I really miss everything.  In many ways I'm glad he went when he did but it doesn't make me miss him any less.  I really wish my kids could have gotten to know him better.  Bear did a little but Mia only met him once at about a month old.  She was only 3 months old when he died.


You know one thing I didn't realize until after he died?  I didn't realize I was such a "daddy's girl."  I wouldn't have called myself that but in many ways I am.  And as much as he and I could argue I think it was because we were more alike than either of us cared to admit.


One of the things I would love to ask Dad now is if he remembered exactly the day, the phone call, the feeling when he got the news about his dad dying.  Of course that isn't something I wanted to know when he was alive because it wasn't something I wondered about.  I'm assuming I will always remember those moments.  I remember those phone calls from the plane crashes and I remember the phone call about my dad.


Enough thinking about this.  I miss my dad, that is about all there is to it.  Most days are pretty dang wonderful but there are times it is harder without him.  Such as life after a death of a loved one.