Two Years

Today marks two years that this big blue marble has spun without the laughter and light my father brought it.

It’s still hard for me to take at times, and he still frequently pops up in my dreams (remind me to talk about the one with the puppy sometime…). I can still hear his voice in my mind, and still remember his appearance. As long as I have that, then I still have him close. His wisdom still echoes in my actions and my choices, and that’s probably the finest tribute I could pay him.