(This is something I wrote up back on Father's Day and never shared anywhere, but I am now because all of it is true)

First father's day since Dad passed.I kind of miss just going up there every Sunday or so to talk or play cards and so does Carl. I kinda wish we had all played a few more hands of cribbage then we got around to, maybe played one last hand the last time I saw him in the nursing home since he never made down the rec-room like he planned to the next day.

It hit me hard when I saw him lying there in uniform the last time and I lost it, but another part of me was relieved because he looked so proud and peaceful, like a solider at rest and ready to march home.

I love you Dad, and goodbye.