My Dad died 8 years ago at the very beginning of my new life. He didn't get to see me as a mom and a wife. He's gone and I need him very much. It's been so long yet it still feels like he should be here and I just can't believe he is gone, still gone. It's ridiculous to think he wouldn't be and yet it seems so unbelievable.

When the moon shines bright I think of him. When I look at the stars I think of him. When I see my children's faces I think of him. Intellectually I know he lives on in my heart but today like most days it just doesn't seem like enough. I pray that I'll be more grateful.

Happy Fathers Day Dad wherever you are.