Long Days, Short Years, Stiff Drinks

Today is the day that I mark the loss of the first most important man in my life. I know it's trite to say this but man, I can't believe it's been 4 years. I sure have come a long way in this journey we call grief. From barely being able to get out of bed, so heavy I was with sadness, to today, where for the most part I have smiled in his memory. Of course, I have shed a few tears. I always will. But above all, today I feel so completely full of gratitude. For having him as a dad, for all the time we did spend together, for having the fortune of taking care of him when he was preparing to go, and for being there by his side when he took his last breath. Gifts, each and all. But enough of that. I'm going in a different direction entirely this year as I gather us together to remember my Dad. I've been thinking lately about all the things we would be talking about if he were still here. There are so many things that he would be totally all about in the year 2019