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Almost a year…


A year ago today is the last time I talked to my Dad.

I called him after I dropped Ian off in the morning on my way to work to tell him about something silly the kid had done. He was busy and short and gruff with me, but he was working so it was understandable.  And that’s just how he was, so I was not worried. I did want to call him that night, but didn’t, and I wanted to call him the next day but things got busy. I even thought about calling that night just to say I love you.

That would be a year ago tomorrow. Didn’t. So wishing I did, I could at least have told him I loved him one more time.

Don’t wait, call someone you love and tell them. How crazy that at 51, he was gone so fast. And there isn’t another time to tell him.