It has not gotten any easier.
In fact, I think it has gotten harder because it is sinking in that he is really gone.....and not coming back.
Like runny, poop soup shitty.
I am not sure why his entire family was taken so young, but I am sure there is some deep meaning to it.
One that I will never be OK with though, because I miss him.
My kids miss him.
Everyone that knew him misses him.
There is now a framed photo of my Daddy hanging on our wall, right at our entrance way.
It is located beside the framed photo of my father in law who passed away in 2006....of the same, exact awful disease.
Runny, poop soup shitty, right?
There is also a tree outside our home.
I call it "Daddy's tree"
"The nicest damn tree I have ever seen"
I just know that this tree is going to grow up to be the most beautiful tree in the history of trees.
And I just know that while my hubby was planting the 30 foot tall, 2000 pound beauty, my Daddy was looking down shaking his head at all the trouble he was going through...for him.
Because my Dad did not enjoy any sort of "fuss".
But what he never really understood was that he was totally worth all of the fuss.
Just wait until we add the memorial plaque.
He will be shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
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