Every January 15th, I pause to think of my dad, it’s been seven years since he left us and I still miss him. I’m sad that he didn’t get to see some of the toys I bought and what my life is like now. I’m guessing if he could see it he’d be proud at least I like to think so. The regret I have is that I only got to the place in my life where I could start to include him, maybe that’s just hind sight. In any case, miss you dad, I hope our spirits cross again one day.