Each day at work I would call my dad around 3 to 4 pm just to check on him. I would ask him pretty much the same thing and we would either end up in a conversation about whatever is going on in the news, the dogs or how he was feeling. Then there were days like this when the weather was bad and I would call him to ask him is it raining over there? His reply "no. is it raing where you're at."
It is the smallest thing that just brings the wave of sadness. I miss talking to him and seeing him and whatever else goes with loss. But I have to come clean some how because I am doing an excellent job of hiding it.
People always say I have too much time on my hands, but I have plenty of things to do but I would rather be doing something fun.
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