Today is the three year anniversary of my dad’s passing. I don’t have much to say, but I’m alright. This was the goodbye I wrote to him.
You died on a Wednesday. It was sunny and pleasant for February in Nebraska. You were alone with your wife. It was peaceful. You were 65 years old.
I don’t know how to tell you how much I already miss you, and how much I know I’m going to keep missing you in the days to come. I know I said everything that I needed to the last time I saw you, it’s just that now it seems like maybe I forgot some stuff.
You were an awesome dad. I know you never wanted us girls but you did a good job of faking it. You went to summer camps with us, taught us how to defend ourselves, taught us how to drive, how to swear… Anything you knew how to do, you’d show us. I remember sitting at the kitchen table, struggling with math homework, and how patient you…
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