One Year

It's been one year since my dad died.

Exactly 12 months.

Precisely 365 days.

Not sure how many minutes and seconds because I don't do that kind of math.

There were/are so many emotions...too many, really, and I had to take a break from a lot of life. Hundreds of times I wanted to call him - and thought about him even more than that. The circumstances surrounding his passing are still too much to bear.

I love knowing he is safe and at peace. But his loss is something I'll carry with me for the rest of my days.

In recent years our family amended a phrase my paternal grandparents started. They told all of us grandkids, "I love you the most." 

(We even put it on my grandmother's headstone, mostly because she couldn't argue back.)

With everything our family been through, we began saying, "I love you the most no matter what."


I miss you, daddy, and ILYTMNMW!