I miss you, Dad.
I miss your big, strong hands that held mine tightly when I needed to be safe and loved.
I miss your tenacity and your insanely positive outlook on everything.
I miss watching you love the kids and the pets in our family. I miss seeing you chatting with Graham, both of you snuggly tucked into his bed having conversations about trains and jet fighters and weapons and boats and all the delightfully simple and sweet things toddlers talk about.
I miss the comfort of our simple conversations. I miss the quietness they held. I miss the simplicity of their tone. I miss the complexity of their quietness.
I miss having someone that believed endlessly and faithfully in all my powers, dreams and hopes.
Mostly, I just miss you being here, quietly guiding me, gently supporting me, endlessly loving us all where we were...as we were.
Thanks for being there, Dad.