A year, as far as I know, hasn't changed the number of days in it. And yet, the 365 days that exist in a year has flown by in a blink of an eye.
A year ago today I lost my dad.
365 days. I have thought of him in one way or another every day. Mostly happy thoughts - sometimes not so happy. I can say that the majority of my memories of dad are happy - and that to me says a lot about the man he was.
1 comments:
hugs and good thoughts for your family.
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