I had a brief conversation with Tanya this week. She had had a bad Dad day. Missing him a lot. Really feeling the sorrow of not being able to say good-bye before he died. I wondered if that would ever bother her. It didn't bother me because I knew it was coming and Dave came to me to say good-bye.
So I realized that I am still looking for that middle of the work day text he always sent me and the one I always got after work. And every day I am disappointed. Rationally I know it isn't ever coming. It just feels like a let down every day and then I miss him. I miss him anyway but I miss him just a little bit more in those times where we connected.
She said she misses him when she needs help with something. Guess that is what Dads are for.
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