Two years ago, at 2:55 PM, my father gained his wings.

Our relationship was complicated (terribly codependent). I loved him and resented him at the same time. I grew to cherish the sweet, frail man he became with age, but never forgot the man who's thunderous roar could take the roof off the house.

I hated the dementia that took him from me mentally long before his body followed suit, but now miss the challenges that came with caring for someone who no longer knew my name.

For six years I fed, clothed, bathed and took care of that man until he left us. Now I cry for the times I got frustrated and wondered "why me" and long for the days where he would feed broccoli to the dog again...

Today hurts. I miss my Daddy.