As the years have gone by I have more and more relied on photographs and the couple things I have left (my favorite: a book he got me for my birthday with a note). Its been so long that my memory has gotten hazy and it makes me mad at myself. Photographs will remind me of that time at the cottage with him and my brothers swimming and the way the air felt. But its been so long and I was so young that after I close the photo album and realize I'm sitting alone on my bedroom floor, it all seems like me having the best dad in the world was a dream. Like the most beautiful dream I've ever had.
Happy Fathers day in Heaven, you are the best man I ever met and you are missed every day