Ten years ago today my father died and changed my world forever. I know I have talked about this on my blog before and I don’t want to depress everyone, but I will just say that this has been a tremendously hard anniversary for me. For some reason, and I really cannot figure out why, it feels just as painful as it did the first anniversary (deathiversary?). I’ve had some rough days over the past month and while I thought I’d be on more solid ground by today, I just am not. And frankly, I feel a little bit stupid because ten years is a long-assed time and I should be less of a mess right now (and, really, usually I'm fine). But I’m just being honest. I'm not OK, not today. Not right now.
So I will just say that I miss my dad today. Every day.
(pic from November, 1996)