8 Years

8 years ago today, my dad passed away. You can read more about him here. I still remember very clearly the events of that day- where I was when I found out, what time it was, the disbelief and overwhelming sadness that I felt. I didn't know how life could ever be the same without someone who meant so much to me. I think I can speak for my brother when I say that our dad was the single biggest influence in our lives. Life's not the same without him, but his name, the lessons that he taught us, and the memories he left us with lives on. He lives on in my brother who looks like him, and says "oh Heid" like he did, shortening my name by leaving off that last "i" when he is teasing me about something. He lives on in my nieces and nephews who have their own memories of him that we talk and laugh about every time we get together. I told him once that my life would be a success if I were half the person that he was. I have a long way to go. In the meantime, I'll remember all the things he taught me and keep being thankful for the difference he made in my life because he lives on in me- and I'll never forget him.