I Love You and Miss You, Dad

Four years ago today, my father passed away. I think of him every single day, not just on the anniversary of his death, or on his birthday.

I miss him every day in some small, almost insignificant way. Some days I miss him more than I would have thought possible, after the sometimes rocky and difficult relationship we had. In the end, however, we came to understand each other better, and that made a world of difference.

For that reason, I am glad that I miss him. I am glad to hurt, at least a little, because it means I have a reason to. For a long time, I didn't think I would.

I love you and miss you, Dad.

But you already knew that.