My father died 10 years ago today. Wow, even typing that sentence seems a bit out of place for me. For the last few days, I didn't really feel like I was thinking much about his death, but of course, leave it to my trusty subconscious to connect the dots for me. I had a pretty telling dream about my father last night -- the first time I've dreamed about him in quite awhile. He was sick in my dream -- we all knew this -- and we all knew he was dying. We couldn't do anything. All we could do was stand there and watch.My emotions have certainly run the gamut over the last decade, from numbness to denial to anger to confusion to sadness. And I've certainly shared my story with you all (thank you for always listening...), but sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words. Here are some of my favorite photos of my father...
How could a decade's worth of life have happened without him? I miss you, Father. Every single day. I hope you know that. I hope you also know how thankful I am for the memories we made; I will hold them close to my heart and treasure them. Always. I love you, Father... xoxo 
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