28 years ago my Daddy was issued his guardian angel wings.
DOG I miss him. Every. Day.
Of course, being a butcher, he might think dinner with his girls is missing something as we’re all vegetarians, but he sure would LOVE the company.
Yesterday I was having a particularly tough day. As generally happens at this time of the year, I struggle with everything. As also generally happens at this time of the year, it’s not until the actual day or a day or two before that I realise why my world feels particularly off kilter.
This year I had attributed my funk to the whole not gainfully employed situation. Not entirely it would seem.