December 16, 1993

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.



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