This last Sunday, the 14th, marked one year exactly since you went to heaven. And I miss you. A lot. I miss talking with you. So many, many times I wanted to talk with you. I miss the sound of your voice. I miss your laughter. I miss your sense of humor and your jokes. We love the "Dad jokes".
And while I do miss you, I'm not devastated without you. I'm a little tender, a little fragile, but I'm not broken. And I'm thankful for that. I'm also encouraged knowing that you are happy. You're not suffering. You're at peace. And I know that if given the chance to return to us, you wouldn't. And that comforts me.
We had friends over on Sunday, and I mentioned to one of them the significance of the day. She asked WHY would I schedule to have that get-together on that day? And I told her I didn't want to be afraid of August 14th. That day marks the end of your physical life here on earth, but it marks the beginning of eternity. You're not dead, you're just not here.
So, Dad, I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Thank you for the life you lived here. Thank you for being an awesome Dad. Thank you for sharing so much with me.
I love you, Dad