I miss this man everyday of my life. Every Single Day.
But it's on this day every year when my heart truly breaks.
I was asked today "Does it feel like three years?" and my immediate response was "Three? It feels like 30!"
The grief of my Dad having to leave is still strong. They say it never goes away, you just learn to accommodate it.
Every big decision I have to make I still find myself thinking 'what would Dad do?', 'how would Dad do it?', 'what would a Dad say?' I do this because he was such a simple, realistic and honest man. Calm but pragmatic with such a basic 'philosophy' for life.
He never wanted for anything but family and happiness. He never travelled overseas because his favourite place to be was home. So every year on this day that's were I need to be, with family at home.
Now he sits proudly on our wall, making his pickled eggplant so painstakingly perfect.
Like I say every year, I miss this big guy like I'd miss oxygen for breathing....
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened" Dr Seuss.