2 years is a miserably long time without my dad. But it still hurts as much as the day he passed away. I'll never not be devastated by the fact that he's not here. I'll never stop missing his voice, his laugh, his phone calls, his utter devotion to all of us. It's both impossible to go on without him, and infuriating that we have to.

I love you so much dad. I think about you every morning when I make coffee, ever time Miles says "just shoot it", every time I say "hey, quit that", when I see apple pie (or any pie) in the store, any time I eat a donut, every time the Cowboys play, any time I see a western movie on, any time we order Mexican food and they bring rice. Every breakfast we go out to eat reminds us of you, every time we go to Buffalo Wild Wings we think of you.
You're presence was so huge and the hole you left was even bigger. It feels impossible that you're not here. But I know you left behind so many pieces of you in all of us.
I just wish I could hug you.
I love you so much dad.
Mandi