Eleven.

DAD

My brother Eric posted this photo of my Dad on Facebook sometime this past year. He was about 30 when it was taken... at least that's what they tell me. I wasn't born then so I wouldn't know.

I enjoy seeing "new" old pictures of him. Pictures that I haven't seen before. They either give me a glimpse into his life before I knew him or bring me back to a time in my life when he was still here.

The funny thing about this picture (besides his hair ;)) is that this is exactly how I remember him -- even though this was taken long before I was probably even thought of. He always wore a tie, and a button-down shirt, and he always, always, had a pen or two in his shirt pocket. That's just how it was. And I can't tell if the ones in his pocket in this picture are the same, but I remember he liked those silly pens with "wet" ink and really thin points that I always found seriously hard to write with.

I can't believe it's been 11 years now. SO crazy to even think about that. How is that even possible? Every year when this day rolls around.... I think about all the things that have happened to me in the past year and how I wish my Dad was here to be a part of it all. What would it be like if he was? What would he have thought about me and Eric going sky diving? Would he have begged us not to do it and stayed safely on the ground with Adam, or been there right along with us? I kind of think he might have taken the plunge, too :)

I wonder if I'd feel quite the same way if the anniversary of his death wasn't right at the New Year, when you're kind of nostalgic about the past year already?


I love you Dad... and miss you so so much.



[ 2011 re-cap coming tomorrow ]

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