My dad died 8 years ago today but I hope that doesn’t prevent the mustache enthusiasts among my friends from enjoying this photo on its own merits. I miss him every day, but it’s changed over the years. Other people in my life have experienced loss more recently, and I’m compelled to express how it does get easier. There is the occasional time where the grief feels almost fresh again, but that is increasingly rare. Now more than ever, when something makes me think of him, or I dream about him, it doesn’t hurt, I’m just happy to have had that moment with him, if that makes sense. I wish he was still here, but I’ll never be without his influence.

My dad died 8 years ago today but I hope that doesn’t prevent the mustache enthusiasts among my friends from enjoying this photo on its own merits.

I miss him every day, but it’s changed over the years. Other people in my life have experienced loss more recently, and I’m compelled to express how it does get easier. There is the occasional time where the grief feels almost fresh again, but that is increasingly rare.

Now more than ever, when something makes me think of him, or I dream about him, it doesn’t hurt, I’m just happy to have had that moment with him, if that makes sense. I wish he was still here, but I’ll never be without his influence.