About this time 2 years ago I had my last conversation with my dad. In less than 12 hours later, he'd be gone. I couldn't be more thankful that it was a pleasant conversation and we ended on a positive note. I miss him everyday, but, man, I hate April more than anything now.
This note is from when my dad went to D.C. while George W. Bush was in office and we were getting ready to move from town to the country. I find it humorous that my handwriting when I'm in a rush mimics his, but my handwriting when I'm writing normally mimics my mom's. RIP Dad.