We will miss you, Dad.

I miss you, Dad.  The world is going to hell in a hand basket right now and I'm feeling a bit down.  Would love to talk to you about things but recent conversations have been rather one sided.

Still missing you, Dad.  Every single day I think about you and wish you were still with us.

The world is still going to hell in a hand basket and I've never felt more down.

Dad I miss you and love you very much. you were loving kind and generous man.. You helped a lot of people. I would pray for you but you were really weren't  big on praying. Don is right. Things don't look so good here. a day of remembrance for you

Just two weeks ago we held a General Election of Officers.  You'd be pleased to have seen how many of your old friends paid their respects and said kind words about you.

It's been a while, Dad.  On your last birthday I was out of touch with the world while on an Alaskan cruise.  I thought of you, though.

We're right in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic right now and we're sheltering in place.  It kind of sucks.

This is a continuation of the pandemic tribute.

The only positive thing that's come from the sheltering in place is that we're thinking more about old friends and family.  We're reaching out more to reconnect.

I'd love to reconnect with you about now.

The year has been bad for me, Dad, and I worry that we may be seeing each other sooner than planned.  I miss you, Dad.  I have no one left that I can talk to about these woes.

6 years have passed since you left us, Dad, and we miss you terribly.

First we lost Debbie two years back and Vernon left us earlier this year.  The family is shrinking by the minute.  You'd have turned 90 years of age a few months ago--a ripe age for anyone.

We had a family dinner tonight at Olive Garden.  The occasion was Dena's 45th birthday.  It was an enjoyable affair.  The food was good and the company even better.

We tried to keep the event upbeat but we did speak of you for a moment or two and, between Eldrith and I, we spoke kindly of you.  You're still missed.

It's a few days past your birthday--a day where the entire family would normally be gathered around the birthday boy after eating the filet mignon steaks you provided for me to barbecue up.  We also would have taken a nice family photo--partly because you know how much I love a pretty picture but also because you know the value of these kids of photos.

Part Two:
Since you left us, we rarely meet up for family gatherings at your old house.  We might gather for a Christmas gift grab and I'll try to snap a photo but even those events are few and far between.  Plus, they're incomplete with Vernon and Debbie missing.  The family is getting smaller by the minute.  I'll find a group shot to add.

Part Three:
Missing you more every day.  

I knew what I would be missing as you approached your passing but that never made it any easier.  And, as I grow closer to joining you the melancholy is hitting closer to home. Too much about me here.

As happens most of the time when I think of you, my eyes are tearing up making it tough to hit the right keys on my keyboard.

In recent news, Your granddaughter Lore has reached out to us with a magnificent reconnection. I've attached a couple of photos just in case you sign in for a visit.

Still missing my father.  I allow myself to get all teary on days like this (not helpful) but unavoidable.