Thinking of You

I may not mention it much, but I really do miss my Dad. Today more than usual - he would have been 60 years old. It's been about 7 years since he passed - that 'anniversary' will take place on October 25th.

Mom is going out to his cemetary plot today. She goes whenever she can get a ride. Even if I had my liscense I'm not sure if I would go out there that much; if I can visit once a year that's enough. On that note, I've filled my quota for this year. It's way too emotional for me, just a constant reminder that he's not here with Mom and I. It's bothersome enough to see her in tears when she thinks about him, so I try to hold back and be strong for the both of us. That plan doesn't work all the time, I have to let the tears out too.

So far it's a calm day, a usual work day. There should be enough assignments for me to work on so I won't have to reflect on how my Dad fought to survive. I know in my heart that he wouldn't want me to be worried about him or just in a worrying at all. He's in a much better place I suppose.