I miss him.
Yesterday marked the four month anniversary of his death. In some ways it seems like yesterday and in some ways it feels like forever.
I've been sick now for an entire week. In all my life I don't remember being this sick. And something about feeling so yucky makes me emotional and sad. I miss my dad.
When I was put down on bedrest with my last baby, my dad sent me a dozen roses. He called me everyday just to check in. I've been thinking about all of the little things he did like that to make me feel loved. I miss him.
It isn't that I'm not in good hands. I have the best husband and mother. My in-laws have been amazing, my friends incredible. But something is missing.
Someone is missing.
And I'm really feeling it this week.
