Today marks 6 months since my dad passed away, and it's crazy to me that it's already been that long. Some days it feels like it was just a month ago or the other week.
Life has been an adjustment. There are times that I miss my dad like crazy. When I start a new school year, he always used to call and ask how everything was going, checking on me. I miss that.
I miss not being able to call up my dad and share exciting news when I have it. I still talk to him, but it's not the same as hearing his voice and his joy over my happinesses and the pride in his voice over my accomplishments.
I miss hearing his stories from when he was growing up.
I miss hearing him tell me he loves me, and calling me sweetheart like he always did.
I miss giving my dad a hug and being able to tell him that I love him.
I miss walking in the door to my parents' house and seeing him there.
Some days I can trick myself into believing that he's still here, and it's just been a while since I've seen him.
It's crazy that it's been 6 months. It's just not the same without him here.
I love you and miss you so much, Dad! I know you're watching over me and looking out for us, which gives me some comfort and peace, but I wish so badly that you were still here.