4 years. It's been 4 years since my Daddy died. That day is scorched into my memory like it was yesterday. Still so many things in limbo and undone. Every day seems so much.... "less" without him. I miss his phone calls every morning to check in. So much has happened that he didn't get to see. So many things I wish I could talk to him about.
I'm trying. Most days I fall on my ass.
I'm trying to live my life like he lived.
He tried to get the most out of every single day.
It's just so damn hard without him.
I miss you Daddy. Please send me a penny today.