Today is the 3rd anniversary of my Father's death. It still hits me like a ton of bricks. I know it takes a long time to get over the death of someone you love as much as I loved and idolized my Dad. I would never have moved to Seattle if it weren't for him. Some of my family hate that I am here, but it was what I was meant to do. We moved several times when I was younger for my father's job. So it seemed natural that given the opportunity I would do the same. So I am 3000 miles away from where I grew up- but I know I belong here in the Northwest and have never regretted the move. Besides, I would never have met Scott and Grace would never have come into my life.
So, Dad- I love you and miss you everyday- Thanks for being a great Father and friend.
1 comment:
I'm sorry about your dad. He sounds like a wonderful man and this was a really nice tribute to how proud you are of him and what a difference he made in your life.
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