12 years.

Today marks 12 years since my Father passed away. Seems every year at this time it's always such a typical overcast fall day. It's almost comforting.

I thought I'd re-share a much older layout I made about him. He was the best Dad. So loving, so caring. So protecting. The time when he was here almost feels like a whole other lifetime for me. And really, it was. I imagine that his passing was probably the point by which my childhood ending could be defined. I'm sure it's why a part of me never wants to grow up, never take that next step into adulthood. His passing is something I still deal with today. It's left me with some intense fears about death that I constantly struggle with internally. It's why I can't really watch horror movies or medical shows or the news. But I do deal. And I try to create and surround myself with pretty, fun, colorful things and happiness.

I miss him.