And I lost my father.
Not a single day goes by that I don’t think of him. Often, I have questions and think “Dad would know.” and realize that he probably would but I can’t ask him any more.
But I still see people every day who were impacted by his life. Old friends who comment, “You remind me of your dad.” “I remember your dad and Miss Ruthie… ”
And that is the greatest compliment I could receive. I could only hope to be like my dad.
But through those comments, my thoughts, my daydreams, my dad lives on. Through the lives of those he touched… he lives on.
I miss you Dad. Every day.