Until We Meet Again

‎10 years ago today I lost my Dad. I have thought a lot about him these past few days. It is hard to believe that it has been so long. Much has changed since. For months afterward, I would pick up the phone and begin to call to talk to him. Sometimes, I would make it almost all the way through. I am a firm believer though that people are put in your life for a reason. The life I had with him was not the fodder you would have seen on an after school special. But, I think maybe this week, someone was trying to teach me a lesson. Something I did not really get when he was alive because the words didn't match the meaning. So, I get it now Dad. One day I hope to tell you thanks in person. But, hopefully not anytime soon. I have a lot of work to get done down here first. I have kids of my own now and a new life I need to begin living. Not everything is perfect, but then again, when is it ever. There is no perfect life. Only moments in it that are. What is said or done takes precedence in such a way that no matter where you are or what you are doing, that one thing stands out above all others and is perfect in it's own way. That's as close as we get here. And although most people would think I am nuts, I know you have stopped by when you knew I needed you there. Don't think I didn't recognize. I tell my son who barely knew you and my girls who never did about the man I called "Dad." I know sometimes, that's all a grandchild gets; memories of memories. Til then Dad.