20

Today marks 20 years since my father died. I can't really say anything I haven't already said about it before. He was too young, we were too young. It seems like such a long time ago and that feeling makes me melancholy. But hearing my girls refer to him as if he is just another person they like to learn about makes me really happy. This may make no sense, but thanks to them he is more 'alive' to me than he has been in a very long time.