The years that matter
It's been eight years since my dad passed away. I have a confession, I forgot how many years it had been the other day. I got really annoyed with myself because I forgot. It seemed like one of those things I would always know right of the top of my head. It was a major, life altering event in my world and I forgot the year. The truth is some days those eight years feel like a full life time ago and other days it feels like yesterday. So as I was sitting in my car, really annoyed with myself for not knowing exactly how long it had been since the man who was my world for such a long time had been gone, then I had a revelation. In that moment I began to remember so many amazing things about my dad. Here I was sitting in my car, beating myself up for not know how long he had been gone and suddenly I started to giggle as a flash of a silly face he used to make when he read to my kids popped in my head. As I'm giggling about that, more flashes of him began running through my head....
