i still miss him.
the longing for his presence in my life is still fierce. the sharpness of it takes me by surprise at times.
my life, our life, is just so good...i want to share it with him. i want him to be here, to be part of what started with him in the first place. i want him to see the fruit that has been born out of the seeds he sowed deeply.
but he's not. he's not here.
so i'll just keep missing him. and thanking God that he was mine to call dad.
easier said then done.
especially today, thirteen years later.