I miss Dad sometimes.

I miss dad a lot. Every single goddamned day. Every minute. I miss him for all the time we didn't get to hang out. I miss him during the camping trips where I wished I could ask him what to do.

I miss dad because I'm embarrassed that sometimes, I, the First Class Scout, have no idea how to tie something.

Dad was the victim of an AVM three weeks after our wedding, in February 2006.

Dad has recovered to the best of his ability so far; he has good days and better days, which is a blessing - he was home alone when his event occurred. I couldn't ask for more, but I have wished for it.

Love you, Dad.


Photograph by Terrance Reimer.