That's how long it's been since I last looked at you, hugged you, held your hand, told you things I've wanted to tell you for years... and the most important being, I'm sorry, I forgive you and I love you.
It's been 365 days since you passed away. || November 12th, 2017. ||
You may not be here physically, but I feel you are spiritually. You come to me in my dreams and I randomly have these moments where I feel you are next to me... somehow.
So, as I lay here looking at this photograph of you and I when we were younger and strumming that same Les Paul (that I'll cherish forever...) ... I reminisce of memories past and I honor you...
Some of my earliest memories are with you... Watching you play, listening to you sing, spinning your records, riding dirt bikes, twiddling around fixing things... even having my first taste of beer (Ha). Do you remember putting those car batteries in my little pink corvette? Because, I do. I would rip around the yard in that thing. Or my first dirt-bike? Oh boy did I love that lil' beast.
Life is about about making memories and we sure did that. I just wish ours weren't cut short and we could have shared more, Dad.
Say not in grief ‘he is no more’ but in thankfulness that he was.