I was absent from social media yesterday; I was marking the anniversary of the passing of my father. Every year on this day, I take the day off from work and mark it in my own way.
To some, this might seem odd, but I need to do what I can to reconcile my loss. This year was different. I have now officially lived half of my life without my dad. I find that I am now forgetting the sound of his voice, the smell of his cologne, or even the smell of his horrible cigarettes. The older I get, the harder it is to remember.
I miss you, dad. It still hurts that I didn’t get to say goodbye.