Fathers Day

Papa,

I miss you. This week has been harder than any since you passed. I don't think it is because of "Fathers Day" (although all the commercials on TV certainly reminded me that I wouldn't be calling you on the phone today), I don't think it was talking to Mom about cleaning out  your closet (although that certainly made the lack of your presence more permanent in some manner).

I don't know what it was.

But it illustrated the place where you are missing.

I think about you often; when I go on a run, when anyone starts a debate, when I hear a certain kind of effortless/huge/real laugh.

I am not sad, I am not lonely, I am not in pain.

But you aren't here.

And I wish you were.

I love you Papa.

~C