...and yet it seems like yesterday. No matter how they die, when a loved one passes away, that pain never really goes away.
At times I feel like I should be "over it", and still, when I think of my dad I feel somewhat sad. I do miss him. His image is still vivid in my brain, and I hope it remains like that, because I don't want to ever forget how he looked.
Strange how something as trivial as red feathers can bring back so many souvenirs.
Yeah, I miss my old man. May he rest in peace, wherever he is.