Wow, he died 23 years ago yesterday. How I wish he had lived another 10 or 15 years. Of course he'd still be gone today but we would have been able to share so much more with him.
It was the saddest time of my life. I had a much harder time getting through it than I thought I would. I still think of him often and how I would like to be able to talk to him. He was 73 when he died so my image of him is fixed at an age only 12 years older than I am now. The older I get the more I appreciate what a good Dad he was.
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