I miss him. He loved and believed in me while he was alive. Though he’s gone, I still feel the resonance of his love and support.
A few day weeks before he died, when he was going through and clutter busting his things, he asked me if there was anything of his that I wanted. I said there wasn’t. That he had already given me so much as a father.
I love this picture of my dad and my sister. It captured his love which he expressed when playing with us. He was like a kid sledding down the hill in our backyard.