Ten years. Last week Facebook showed me a 10 year old memory of getting our son his first car. Instead of remembering that happy day, it made me realize I soon would be marking ten years since I lost my Dad.
My Dad the high school lacrosse fan.
Ten Years
So much has happened in the past 10 years. The grandchildren he loved so much have graduated high school and college, and settled into independent lives.
Enjoying Grandaddy’s garden.
After 10 years, I can’t say I miss him any less, but at least the memories aren’t painful anymore. Just this year, my daughter grew potatoes in her vegetable plot, and remembered digging up potatoes in Granddaddy’s garden. Just last month, my husband shared home repair tips with my son that he learned from Dad.
My home is filled with playful things he made. They make me smile even when my heart aches from missing him.