Missing My Dad

He was my favorite person in the world.  And then one day, out of the blue, he was gone.  Try explaining death to a two-year-old.  "Daddy is gone and never coming back," is what my mother would tell me when I would ask for my father (which I'm told was quite often).  I wasn't allowed to attend his funeral for fear that I would wiggle out of the arms of whoever was holding me and into the casket with my favorite parent.
It's amazing how that love never goes away.  To this day I adore my father.  I barely remember him, but the love I have for him is immense.  It's idealized: he will always be perfect in my mind. I will never know his faults, never have bad memories to tarnish the good, well, there are a lot of nevers.
Insensitive and/or ignorant people have told me "At least you were so young."  Others have flat out argued with me, "There's no way you could love someone you lost when you were a two."  It's amazing how people can tell you how to feel when they have never lived through your experiences.  The truth is I do love him and I think of him every day.
Bottom line: it doesn't matter how old you are when you lose someone you love.

I'm Back!

I've been back at work for about four weeks, which I am hoping is just enough time to adjust to new routines.  Therefore I am back to blogging at least three times per week.  This one's gonna be simple: Music Monday. I stole this idea from Courtney of http://www.kyleandcourt.com/.  I miss her Music Mondays so much!  Anyway, here's my first song: Evening Kitchen by Band of Horses.  I scoured YouTube for an actual music video only to find fan recorded live versions.  This is the best I could find.  Enjoy!!!