Funny how days go..

This morning I woke up thinking of my father and what he would think about what is happening in my life.. I miss my dad. I miss him alot...To this day I still cant believe that he is gone. I wait for him to come to my door, or call me on the phone. But I know that will not happen.

My father, well our father, was the kindest man. He had those eyes that made you feel happy and comfortable, no matter what the situation was. I miss going to the store for Macaroons and vanilla ice cream with him. When I buy ice cream now, I tend to only get vanilla because of the memories.. (I dont even eat ice cream any more). I find my self many times lingering in the coffee aisle at the local grocery store, just to savor the coffee smell, that was my father.

I miss being able to go talk to him when I was sad or lonely.. Yes even with all the brothers and sisters I had, I was lonely sometimes. And when that happened we would just go and talk.
I miss sitting on his lap and just putting my head on his shoulder.

Its funny what will bring memories of my father up. When I try to tell Tyler about his grandfather, I get lost in the stories and the memories. I tell Tyler that he has the same art talent and his grandfather has. And even though he never met Tyler he loves him. As he does all his grandchildren that came and will come over the past 17 yrs.
I remember driving through tunnels and listening to him honk the horn... throughout the length of the tunnel! When we were teens, him taking us to seminary and getting a donut and coffee and sitting out in the church parking lot waiting for us to come out.. He was sure glad when Cathy was able to start driving.. but honestly I think he missed taking us~



I can remember sitting on the back side porch watching him read his paper and drink his morning cup of Joe.. and just staring at him.

Dad, I love you.. cant wait to see you again.