conuly

I suppose it's also time to celebrate those who aren't with us. Notably my father, who died in 1993 on May 8th. And I miss him. A lot.

I saw pictures of Lizziey's family today, and her brother Thomas (who would be 14) looks so much like Seth it's scary.

Back to me, and my dad, I just wish.... Well, I wish he hadn't died. But since he did die, I wish we hadn't completely lost touch with his side of the family. I have to assume my grandmother is dead because I don't know. And I regret that.

A cheerier post on wonderful things about my father will be up shortly, when I'm awake and less likely to mess it up.