Three Years

Tomorrow marks three years since Daddy died. Sometimes it feels like forever, but more often than not it seems as fresh as if it had just occurred.  

Today I took Tig, the Honda, on a long ride.  I thought about how Daddy loved working out of doors at the grandparents farm, and felt a little closer to him. 

Tomorrow, Robert is going with me to Daddy's grave.  We'll trade out the winter flowers for Spring/Summer ones.  I'll spend a little time talking to him, then we'll probably visit my step - mother and then the little nieces and nephews.  

I miss you and love you Daddy.