After putting Jackson back to sleep this morning I could not go back to sleep. I laid in my bed thinking about the last 15 years of my life. Thinking about how 15 years ago, almost to the minute, that my life changed forever. And that from now on my Dad has been dead more of my life than he was alive.
In some ways it seems like just yesterday, and yet it seems like he has been gone forever. My heart breaks that he will never get to meet my boys and aches that I didn’t know him better. If I had known I would only have 15 years with him I would have done a lot of things differently. At 15 I felt like I knew so much about life. But now at 30 I know that even now, I don’t know very much.
Even though he’s been gone 15 years most of the things he taught me are still true.
Doughnuts and chocolate milk are the breakfast of champions.
There is not much that can’t be fixed with a pocket knife and duct tape.
Math word problems are always easiest when you write them out.
Berry picking with 2 hands is a true art.
Homemade pasta is always worth the extra effort.
If you’re going to take the time to do something always do your best.
Love you Dad!
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