My Dad died 2 months ago today. I miss him. I miss the sound of his voice saying, “Hi Honey, it’s Dad.” I miss his hug. I miss playing Scrabble with him. I miss his quiet, humble nature. I really miss being able to give him my love and regret that I didn’t do it more while he was alive. Most days, I think he is just in Charlottesville. Until I remember that he isn’t. Still, I feel his fatherly love reaching me from wherever he is. Love doesn’t end. They say you teach what you need to learn. If there is anything I’ve learned from the excruciatingly tender experience of being with my Dad as he died, it is that life is incredibly short, love now.
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