Dad

Today is the marking of 9 years since Dad passed away.  I can't believe it's been that long because when I think about it I feel like it was just yesterday.  I say time does not heal wounds...it just provides more distractions as more of it passes.  The pain is just as intense today as it was then.  I miss him so much & still get mad that he had to die...especially when I see people who are living vile lives and walking around just fine.  It just doesn't seem fair, but I know life rarely is.  I just need to celebrate all the good times we had, the great things he taught me while he was here & carry on.  It would be nice to have him here to help with the garden and our little building projects though!  I always think of him when something good grows in the garden though & that makes me happy, so hopefully I'll have enough energy to clear out the rest of the weeds on Saturday & get some plants in the ground.  It's hard work, but the rewards are great & now Fiona is big enough to 'help'.  Maybe I'll be able to pass down the excitement of making things grow.  I'm sure she'll LOVE it!