We got home from our European vacation about 10 days ago and I must say, I am glad to be home. Being on holiday was surprisingly miserable for me. Because I thought of you constantly. And cried a lot.
Now, I am back home, back to work, back to the routine of life and keeping busy. Just the way I like it. Just the way you liked it too. You were not a traveller. No desire to be anywhere other than in your home, in your neighbourhood, in your city, with your family. When I reflect on that now, I think you must have been incredibly at peace with your life. You were not someone to search for things. You didn't need adventure and new sights and sounds all the time.
I think that is awesome. In the real and literal sense of the word ... awesome. It is rare and unique and undervalued and special.
I learned so much from you, Dad. A lot of which I am learning now, after you are gone.
I miss you so much. I think of you a million times a day and just want to pick up the phone and call you. I want to tell you about my day. I want to tell you about my experiences and hear the pride and interest in your voice.
I want to be home. I mean, home in my heart. I am in a foreign place as I walk through the world without you. Nothing feels right or comfortable without you.
I hear that time heals. So I will wait.
I love you, Dad.
Your sunshine
xo
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