My life is just a smorgasbord of anniversaries these days. August 26 marks the ninth anniversary of my father’s death. Nine years. Nine YEARS. It’ll be a decade this time next year. It is difficult to believe this in real time. Ten years is a solid chunk of time. And boy, I still miss him. Every time I see a chess set I think of him. There is often something that I find on the internet that I instinctively want to tell him before I remember that I haven’t been able to do that for a long time.
There are sometimes days that I find it hard to remember that I was once Daughter. He’s been gone… so long. And yet, it was yesterday.
Miss you, Dad. Always will.