I miss him

A lot. I have a lot of memories, and a lot of wishes, and a lot of frustrations, and a lot obnoxious and heart-swellingly happy and funny reminders of Dad being Dad. It’s all a lot, and thank goodness it is because that means it was all worth it. Still is. It’s just so hard to take in. For now, I miss him, a lot. Thank goodness we got to mean a lot to each other, obnoxiously so. And thank goodness we have photos (thanks, Mom).