Ten years. You've been gone ten years today. Ten years of trials and triumphs unable to be shared. On this day, I can't help but to think of that day, your death, but most of the time I think of your life. It was shortened, but boy was it full. Sometimes I still feel very sad that you aren't here, and I know sometimes I always will. Times like when Mila was born, or when I graduated from nursing school (sometimes when I'm just doing nothing at all). Times when I would have swelled, looking at you, looking at me as you say, "I'm so proud of you." But in those moments I feel happy, too because I know you ARE proud of me. I'm proud of me, too, Daddy. And that's because of you. And I know you are with me, always.
// P.S. I will never stop sharing this picture because I know it tickled you. It tickles me, too. And guess what, I'm so super proud of you, too, my caveman, livin-under-the-bridge-lookin, gnarly, badass, mad scientist of a dad 💗