Today is the anniversary of when my dad passed away 2 years ago.
Sometimes when I see pictures of him or even when I just think about him like he used to be, I think there's no way he could be gone. He's just on another trip and he'll be home soon, like he usually is 3 or so times during the year..
I miss him and it makes me sad because while I think about him a lot sometimes, it feels like its been longer than 2 years that he's been gone and I'm not sure how I feel about that.
I feel entirely too bad for my mom and I know that holds me back some from getting out and doing what I want to. I'm the strong one in the family so I'm there when people need me and she still does.
I know she misses him more than anything and I wish I could talk to her about it, but I'm not good for that. I don't like getting into emotional conversations with my family, it's too much for me, too awkward.

Anyways, we're getting by. I'm helping but I want to get out. I'm giving my mom time and I hope she starts to take more advantage of it. I know she's been thinking about it too, but nothing has really been set into motion at all and that's kind of scary.

My dad was the best. Before he passed away he was in his 60's and still playing sports like volleyball and indoor soccer, which is crazy to think that he was more in shape than me, his 20 year old daughter! I love my dad, he was a great guy.
I will never forget him being there when I graduated from high school and got my AA from college.
I will also never forget him telling me before this day 2 years ago that he was really proud of me...
I know he would still be proud of me too which is what I strive for on a daily basis.

Miss you. RIP Dad.