Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Five years

It's been five years since my dad died, and it's still hard. I'm getting more used to not having him, but I still get upset that he was taken so soon. And it kills me that my father never got to meet E. And that on my wedding day I'll be walking myself down the aisle. And a million other little day to day things where I'm reminded that he's not here and I wish he were. I miss him.

1 comment:

Mrs.Preppy said...

Your dad sounds like he was an amazing father... I am sorry he is not able to be here to enjoy all of your memorable occassions.