3 Months

Three months ago tonight I said goodbye to Dad and gave him my last kiss and hug.  I wish I could have stayed with him and could have helped him along with his passage.  But I think he knew better of me.  He knew I didn't really have the strength.  So he sent me home.  I look back and see those last moments of his time here as moments that I could have had and didn't have the strength to handle.  I love you. Dad.  You know my heart.

Everyday I want him back here. You know, physically back here.  So we can talk and joke around like we had gotten so accustomed to.  I know his energy is here.  He's in the house that he loves and he watches over Mom.  I just long for that physical being I was used to.  So does Mom.