I find my thoughts often think of him.
Sometimes they are memories of hoping in the car or working on some chores. Other times I am reminded of how he treated her and how much he loved life.
Mostly they are of random things that really don't make much sense.
How I was amazed that he never would wear shorts...How his hair had a cowlick in the exact same spot mine does...How he always took his coffee black...How he took a nap every day...His little, practical jokes.
I don't know why those things still strike me. I don't understand why he is the one that pops into my head so often.
Well, I guess that is a lie. I know.
He was the most influential person in my life.
The pain of his loss has faded, but the disappointment of him not being around is still very real.