Three Years

and some times it seems just like time has not passed at all. I miss my dad. I love my dad. There are times I still talk to him about what is going on in my life. Just like I use to when I called him on the phone.

It amazes me how life continues without him. It is a cycle that we must all go through, live through. It has made me a different person.

So many things can change in three years. Tater is in Kindergarten, Tot is talking and walking. We live in a new house. My blog changed from something to let friends and family know about how you were doing and a list of happy thoughts about my kids to a scrapbook for and about my kids. And the list goes on and on and on. Though certain things don't change. The fact that I know the name of the Janitor at Tot's school (just like my dad knew everyone) or I can't remember the name of half the people I meet until I have talked to them 20 times! There is woman at Tot's school that I have breakfast with on occasion. I still have to cheat and look at the sign in sheet to see if her name is Kathy or Sue. My dad was that way with 'boyfriends'. He never got their names right. I always thought it was funny. It was one of the quirks that made my dad, well... dad. And every time I forget a name or meet someone new, I think of my Dad.

I love you Dad. Thank you for helping me become the person I am today.