to all the Fathers I know out there.
Hug or call yours if you have the chance for me.
I miss mine so much.
Almost every year, and when really great things happen, I get the urge to call him. Somehow I seem to forget that he isn’t there to call anymore, and that when I go home he isn’t there to hug.
I don’t even have a picture to post. I only have two as it is, and one of them I was four months old. The other, his head is cut off, and it is from my graduation.
I miss you dad.