What do these two things have in common?  Today.  See, not only does our neighbor to the North of the US border (that you have to have a Passport to visit now…don’t get me started) but it is also the 3 year anniversary of sorts or my Daddy dying.

My Dad and I (age 2) in front of my Nonnie’s house.

Do I miss him?  Like crazy.  Is it as bad as it was ?  No, not even close.  The large hole in my chest left by his illness and subsequent death has healed over but like most scars, the nerves never entirely heal the same way they were.  The hardest is to talk to my children about him dying because they then have all of those many, many hard questions that only children come up with – “When will I see Pop again? “, “Does Pop still love me?” , “Why is it taking so long to see him again?”,  “What is Pop doing now?”, “Does he know what I am doing?”…and the like.  Of course, I can answer them but they are never really satisfied.  And that kind of peels back some of my healed scar and makes it burn a bit more again.

Anyway, Daddy, I love you and miss you every day.

Happy Canada Day.