This will be a short post. It is a simple, self-indulgent moment. Tomorrow is an anniversary. Not a great one, but a sad one. 13 years ago tomorrow, my stubborn, argumentative and loving dad passed away. Every year, around this date, I cry. I cry and it is very hard to stop. I miss him. I miss watching political shows with him and arguing. I miss being silly with him. I miss hugging him and in that hug, knowing that I was safe and protected and perfect. I miss the smell of his aftershave, the sound of his voice. I miss him telling me that he is proud of me. I just miss him. So if I am a little more weepy, a little more vexed tomorrow, it is simply because I am still saying good bye to my first hero. My dad.


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