I didn't think it would bother me much. Like I said, he's my daddy, but we clashed like water and fire, violently and loudly.
But. There are moments.
Moments when the phone rings a little late in the evening, and I smile, and roll my eyes thinking it's him.
Moments when it just drifts through my head that I don't have a dad around anymore. He's *always* been there. And now he's not, and it feels.... Wrong.
He was a great dad, a great friend, a jerk, Eeyores role model, funny, smart, mean, sad, responsible, weird... And oddly enough, I find that I really miss him.
Love you daddy.
