I miss my dad, a lot.

The grief ebbs and flows these days. Mostly it’s distant, like a ship far on the horizon. It’s there, you recognize it, and you know it will come to port, you just don’t know when.

Nothing billows those sails and sends that ship racing towards shore more than when I’m in crisis. When I desperately need someone to talk to, that’s when I feel his absence more than anything.