It hits you sometimes.

Every now and then, it hits you, like today. Father’s day. It has been 31 years but in an odd way you still expect every now and then to get a call. Just to say hi and talk about the weather or some other non-important current event. Strange how so much time passes and you never really ever get over the loss of a parent. I still talk to my dad but the conversations are a little one sided these days. If only for a few moments it would be so cool just to say hi and give him a hug. Just to tell him how wonderful his grand kids are and that if it wasn’t for him I would have never picked up a camera or had the opportunity to touch so many lives.

Somehow I hope he knows. Love you dad.