… since my last visit.
My Dad would have been 57 by now, had he lived. But he went too soon.
He was just 43, and I miss him dearly. It’s not just me who misses him.
I know things would have been a lot different had he lived longer and I can’t help but think about the might-have-beens.
Still, I am thankful for these two rascals. It hasn’t been easy and I am often at my wit’s end.
At the end of the day, these two remind me to keep going.