Today marks the second anniversary of Dad’s death. Two years.
It seems surreal.
Like it hasn’t been that long, and yet, like it’s been ages.
I’ve been out at the cabin the past two weekends which helps a lot. Finding comfort in and around his things. His world. This is one of the last photos I had of Dad before his accident, Kim sent it to me. Dad was waving, seems so appropriate now.
Photo credit: Kim Good
It’s time for a glass of rhubarb wine, and a toast to the man, to the legend! Love you Dad.
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P.S. Last year I made a remembrance wreath and hung on Dad’s cabin door. The little notebook I put there has had several entries by the friends who have stopped by. Reading their words, knowing their love for Dad, is comforting. ❤
Alaska on my mind... 