The sad one I’ve been meaning to write.

bouquet of white flowers in a vase

A year ago yesterday, I lost my dad.

my dad and I

Yes, he’d been battling cancer for two years. And, yes, he was in the ICU. But it was still a shock.

Ribbon-covered "Tree of Hope" at MD Andersen Cancer Center.

Thanksgiving picnic with family
Phillip, me, Dad, Mom on our Thanksgiving 2015 picnic.

It seems like a million years ago. But also like it was just last month. It seems impossible that he was ever here, living, breathing, just a phone call away. And it also seems impossible that now he’s not.
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