I have been thinking about this third anniversary of a Daddy passing away, for quite a while now. I wanted to do something that he would have done in spring to remember him and feel closer to him on this day.

I decided to go out to a local farm, and a local garden. As I looked at, walked through, and smelled the fresh green grass, saw the abundance of dandelions, and the newly bloomed Apple blossoms, I remembered Daddy and his love for all things beautiful in nature. The freshness, newness, and rebirth. 

I remembered the beautiful gathering we all had in the mountains the day after he died, with our picnic and family service to celebrate his life.

It's funny, but for some reason, so many times recently I have felt like I wanted to call Daddy. Tell him some news, get his advice, or just remember the old times, forgetting for a fraction of a second that he isn't within reach of a phone call anymore. 

I really miss Daddy, and I know you all do too!

I surely hope that we can all go to his favorite mountain overlook again sometime to be together as family, and to remember him! 

I posted two photos of my walk on the farm, remembering Daddy. One of the green grass, dandelions, and apple trees. The other of Apple blossoms, which when he was alive, he liked to smell and sometimes even eat! :)

I miss you Daddy!