2 years

It's hard to believe that it has been 2 years since my dad passed away. I think it is much better to celebrate his life on his birthday and not get all sad on the day he died, but that's easier said than done. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of him. Just this morning, when I walked by the hallway bathroom I thought of him. The door was closed (saving the toilet paper from the puppy's chops) but I saw that the light had been left on. For just a nano second, I thought my dad was in there. Funny how just a short segment of my life has had such an impact on me and my reactions to simple things like lights being left on, the sounds of certain TV shows, a door being opened/shut. There was sad stuff, but good stuff too. I am still so glad we were able to help him out, and I'd do it all again without a thought as to what lies ahead. I miss him lots. He would have enjoyed this morning - it's beautiful outside!