2 Years Gone

Today is April 5, 2019.

Which means it's been 2 years since my daddy died. 

From the very beginning, 

I loved being with my daddy.

  

I would ask to go with him wherever he went 

and he usually let me. 

I loved being his tagalong 

and if I was ever a hindrance to him, 

he sure never let me know it. 

The harsh memories from his dementia years 

have scarred me forever.  

But time, 

in its kindness, 

has started to move some of those harsh memories 

to the back of my mind 

allowing some of the precious, sweet memories of my daddy 

to start taking back up residence in the forefront. 

Which makes me smile. 

And miss him even more.

He was the best man ever.