One Year Later...

My father’s life was extraordinary, and while his death was merely the day he departed for his next adventure, it feels strange to not acknowledge it, even if is not the reason we celebrate him.

It’s been one year, and a thousand.

I miss him, and yet part of me can’t wrap around that he’s not here. Surely, he’s at work helping patients. He’s tending roses. He’s dropping bits of food on the floor for the dog as if it’s an accident while we all pretend not to notice.

Later I’ll send a funny meme to the family discord and he’ll laugh about it. Or he’ll call to tell me about something he read or saw.

It’s just going to be a lot more later than it used to be.

Today is full of mixed emotions. There is joy and sadness and hope and anxiety.

It’s raining in LA today, and that’s absolutely beautiful.