My sister and I are going to Florida for the three year date since my dad’s died. I keep catching myself making a mental note to ask my dad if he can take us to the airport. 😔 grief is so weird. Like my brain knows we are going because he’s gone, but my heart is always looking
I haven’t finished my #1 house project that accidentally has become #1 and #2/3 house project that Marino is so ready to be DONE and now I have to sit and be sad about project #4 - totally unrelated- bc I would rather start it now but it ~wouldn’t be considering my partner~ sigh
Traveling alone increases my room for silly business- type b personality really frolicking at the airport! Wrong ID, pretended to be friends with strangers so I could skip security line, sat at the bar til I heard them say 5 min til doors close.. it’s all working out!
Things that… just don’t matter the way they do until you know life without your dad. ❤️🩹one of the best things my mom could tell me is she sees my dad in me ❤️❤️🥰