Every day. Each different, some easier, some harder. All without Dad.
A hundred times a day I think ‘I should tell Dad about that.’ Then I remember all over again that I can’t.
I was talking to someone at work and I said, I feel like a half-orphan. I know I’m an adult. But I’ve lost my Dad. I don’t feel like I’ve lost him less because I’m an adult. I feel I’ve lost more.