One Year Since
It's been a year since I said goodbye to my Dad for the last time. A year since we last had a conversation. So much has happened, and so much is going on that I'd give nearly anything to pick his brain for a few minutes about any of them. But, I think if given the opportunity to speak with him again, we'd talk about ourselves, our family, our love for each other, and the Giants making the World Series.
It's hard not to be nostalgic in the shadow of life events like these, but life and time march on, even if their magazines no longer do. So much has happened and so much more has yet to happen. Although I no longer have my father to counsel me directly, I draw confidence that he prepared my brother and me to conquer what lies ahead.
I miss my old Dad, every day.
It's hard not to be nostalgic in the shadow of life events like these, but life and time march on, even if their magazines no longer do. So much has happened and so much more has yet to happen. Although I no longer have my father to counsel me directly, I draw confidence that he prepared my brother and me to conquer what lies ahead.
I miss my old Dad, every day.