Ten Years…

May 26th, 2014. Sadly, I can never remember the actual date. Instead, I always know it was Memorial Day. I cannot believe it has been ten years since I received the awful news that my dad had a heart attack. Ten years since he passed away. 

We went to Philipsburg the other day, and I took the kids to Dad’s grave. It made me sad to think that they never got to meet him. He would have loved them. Payton would have talked his ear off. They would have probably told each other stories. Logan would have wanted to play catch with him. Dad would have loved seeing how far Logan can throw already.

I miss my dad. I like to think that his memory lives on in the stories I tell my kids about him, and the lessons he taught me that I pass on to them.