Six years...

It's been six years since my father passed. Not a day goes by where I don't think of him in one way or another. I vividly remember the good times and the bad. The bad were usually caused by my arrogance and young stupidity. There are days where I feel like I can call mom's house and he'll pick up the phone, say hello, and ask if I need any vegetables from the garden. I miss you dad. I miss you a lot.