Five years ago my Dad died. It was sudden, unexpected, and awful. My sister and I had already been kicked in the teeth a few times in the previous years and were totally unprepared. And while the initial horror fades, it just doesn’t get easier over time, because more things turn up where I think, “I really need Dad’s advice” or “my Dad would love this book/movie/show/person.” Right now, in this physical and mental challenge to find balance in all areas of my life, I could use his ear and thoughts more than ever.
I miss the way he smelled (I wear his cologne), I miss his companionship, his hilarious laugh, and his incredible people skills. But mostly I miss him.