3 years today

I find myself still coming to this blog to talk to my dad. I can't tell you how much I miss him. So many things we need to talk about. So much advice I need from him. So many things accomplished to share. Some days, I still want to pick up the phone and call him. I would give anything for one last visit together. Just one....

Today marks three years since my father died. It feels like an eternity since I've seen him. I found a new picture so I wanted to post it.

The Voice

You always think the sound of the voice will be remembered.
It's something you think about as time passes.
You remember but it fades.

I remember the sayings he used to say but his voice is starting to dull.
Press record, make them speak.
You will regret not having that voice to remember.

I miss the voice. I miss everything else but I miss the voice.
It was soothing. It was calming. It was my dads voice.
It is fading.

I close my eyes tight. I wish on the stars.
I search for four-leaf clovers and I wish on eyelashes...
that your voice never fades completely.

I miss you so much.