Monday, November 09, 2015

15 Years Ago

Fifteen years ago today I was at a very different job (though not that different) thinking about very different things and I got the phone call that was not just different but unique. This gent had passed.

Some years I think of him all day. Some years I pass the day wondering why the date seems so weird to me and only later realize why.

Still miss him.

Still hope he's proud of me.


  1. My father passed away in 2004 and I feel much the same way as you describe. Some times I focus on him all day and other years the day passes and it's only in retrospect that I remember the significance. And I still hope he's proud.