My dad died 15 years ago today.
Hard to believe it's been that long, in some ways. In some ways, it seems like so much longer.
It's still so hard. I still miss him so much.
He's have just loved to see all his grandkids grow up. He never met my brother's kids. He would have been so proud of all of them. And, like the rest of us, completely enchanted by my youngest niece.
It just sucks.
And dear god, he would have hated Trump. And supported Black Lives Matter. I'm not going to say that he didn't see class or race, but he was one of those people who intrinsically respected others for who they were.
He wasn't a perfect father, few parents are, but he loved us, and always believed in us.
Hard to believe it's been that long, in some ways. In some ways, it seems like so much longer.
It's still so hard. I still miss him so much.
He's have just loved to see all his grandkids grow up. He never met my brother's kids. He would have been so proud of all of them. And, like the rest of us, completely enchanted by my youngest niece.
It just sucks.
And dear god, he would have hated Trump. And supported Black Lives Matter. I'm not going to say that he didn't see class or race, but he was one of those people who intrinsically respected others for who they were.
He wasn't a perfect father, few parents are, but he loved us, and always believed in us.