Just moments ago, I realized today’s date. It’s funny what your emotions remember when your brain tries to forget pain.

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It’s been a decade.

I still miss you very much.

Daddy, you are loved.

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Now, I know why I woke up with tear-stained cheeks.

This post comes to you from atop the 3’x5′ oak desk that was in his school office. It comes complete with his handwritten phone list taped to one of the slide-out trays and the holes on top where he mounted the phone so people couldn’t turn it around when they used it (because they never put it back where it “belonged”). It’s full of his spirit and his love and I’m quite grateful to be using it again.