Not so long ago, I was listening to a piece on the radio about American Pharoah, our newest Triple Crown winning horse and the thought, "Oh! I need to call Dad and tell him that!" popped into my head. It's an auto-pilot sort of thing. That same thought pops into my head with some regularity, which is not surprising when you consider he was one of my very best friends and we routinely spoke by phone, if not every day, at least every two or three.
But you know what? It stings every time I have to remind myself I can't call him anymore.
It still feels odd to think we haven't had a proper conversation in four years. And by 'proper conversation,' I mean one of the two-way variety. Because heaven knows we have lots of the one-way sort, with me doing all the talking.
I miss you, Dad.
I don't imagine that will ever stop.
*Title quote borrowed from Gloria Naylor.