It's been 3 months since I lost my Dad.
I don't know where the time has gone and I miss him so much.
Three months....and it seems like so much longer. Not a day, and hardly an hour goes by without me thinking of him. This past Monday night I had a dream that he wasn't really gone, that there'd been a mistake. It was a wonderful dream, but I was so sad when I woke up. I guess it comes with the territory.
I try to focus on good times and fond memories. I have so many of them. This is one of my favorites...