Friday, March 15, 2013
The Ides of March.
Today marks twenty-three years that my Dad has been gone.
I wrote about that day and losing a parent a couple of years ago. You can read it here.
This year, I just don't have much to say.
Twenty-three years later I'm grown up and I would do anything to introduce him to his granddaughters and have a conversation with him. And hear his voice.
Truth? I'd just like to google him and see some sort of trace of his life, too.
I know many of you have lost someone and feel the same way.
Ah, the Ides of March.