It's been 6 months since you have gone and I miss you everyday Dad. I miss our daily chats, even when you didn't want to talk for long. I miss your advice with the boys. I miss your recipe suggestions and corrections. I miss how you would let me know that the Food Network shows were cooking/baking things wrong. I miss hearing your voice and when you called me Betty. I miss getting the random boxes of candy from Amazon that would just show up at my office. I miss hearing about your inventions. I miss talking about football and the Western Moon, but most of all, I miss you. I sure hope that one day we will be together again, but until then, I would like to think that when I hear that little voice in my head that says to pull your head out of your azz, that's you giving me advice. That when I feel a brush against my arm, that's you letting me know that you are still here with me. When the Texans win the Super Bowl next year, I will know that you were giving them trick plays and helping to block the line. I love you Dad, and I miss you.
Monday February 6, 2017 at 4:21 pm