It’s been just over a year since my father passed. People who tell you that time heals,…well…maybe I haven’t let enough of it go by to make a fair assessment. I find myself missing him more than less each day, and have very few people to share my pain with. My sister aches for him like I do, and most of our conversations either begin or end with “I miss my Daddy”. If nothing else is said, either of us can tell what the other’s day has been like just by hearing that phrase. For us, Daddy represented unconditional love and acceptance, and an endless source of strength, wisdom and compassion. Even though my father was too fragile even for a hearty hug in his last years, just holding his hand offered reassurance that we were loved, that the world was not too much to bear, and that any and all problems had a solution. The world is truly darker without him, but if there is one thing he taught me, it is that there is a solution to all problems, and, if you’re creative, it is usually right under your nose. The creative solution to my grief is to approach each day as he would, and try to be as much like him as I can be. If I am persistent in this (another trait of my father’s), maybe he will be with me again. Right now, I just miss my Daddy.

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