Some days I see my dad in myself. Little pieces of him. Today as I closed a door I looked at my hand and saw his. Crazy the little things I remember even after 32 yrs of him being gone; I still remember what his hands looked like.
This morning I took my leftovers and made hash… from a pot roast, enchiladas & rice, stove top stuffing, & homemade biscuits… I’m ready for CHOPPED🤣