Today is the third anniversary of Dad’s death, and it’s on this day, and many others like it, when the sense of loss is as profound as on the day I stood by his side as the Lord took him.
Being away from The Mountain, and not being reminded constantly of his being gone, I occassionally lapse into forgetting that I can’t just call him up and talk. That’s been the toughest part of the last three years for me, I think. I know this is a tough day for Kevin and Mom both.
I’m thinking of you, Dad, and remembering….