#26 of 365~Missing My Dad

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of my dad.  Though I have yet to dream of him, I feel the memory of him hovering even after I am fully awake to a world without him. He comes up in conversation frequently and try as I might, my words still do not speak of him as if he passed.  To me, it's as if this is just one of those spells we went through off and on throughout my life where daily going-ons got in the way of our relationship.  The comfortable silence we knew from each other since I was born, was still evident when we could sit next to each other a just be.  My heart aches for my family still trying to figure out the craziness that comes with his absence. When I see the pain etched on his friends faces, it's the only thing that reminds me that this is all real. Everyone has a story to tell, an inclination of how he would feel, what he would say. He's always at the forefront of our minds.  His love reaches far from wherever he is, which is a small sort of comfort.