October 21st I get a call no one ever wants to receive. My sister tells me my Dad is gone.
Since October 21st, I keep coming back to this picture. It is my last one with him.
July 12th, my dad, responding to my recent comment that my parents always seem so busy when I visit, took my mom and me to one of his favorite places, a waterfall not far from their new dream home. Dad was so at peace there, said it felt heavenly. We talked about what a perfect camping initiation spot it could be for the girls, close enough to the house to come back if needed, but far enough away from it all. We wondered how many other places like it were waiting to be discovered nearby and how we might find them.
But we ran out of time. You left so quickly and so soon.
There are so many places left to explore together.
Recipes to cook.
Books to share.
Discussions to have.
Questions to ask.
Memories to create.
I miss you, Dad.
