January 27
January 27
Eight years. Hard to believe it's been that long. I'm using this site as a diary, tribute and emotional outlet. Maybe you can "see" this wherever you are. I miss you. Everyday. Rylee is about to be 5, she's so big and grows so much everyday. I'm pretty sure this is the age that you came into my life, when I was 5 mom met you at a meeting. I remember being mad and angry she would talk to someone else other than my dad. That you were old and shady looking with rose colored glasses. You looked mean, goes to show first impressions can be worng. We miss you very much. I'm trying to get mom to move closer to be with us and not alone, she's so hard headed much like me and you. I hope you are doing "good" well whatever that may look like now. I often wonder what comes next, my faith tells me much more, my heart tells me much more but very different "experience". I have to believe you are in that place waiting for us to come, time may be irrelevant and it may seem like yesterday you died and tomorrow we join you. Love you dad.