On the first day you left, I opened a new google doc and titled it: “365 days without my dad”.
Every day since then you have proven me wrong.
My gaze lingers longer than it should on the butterfly or the hummingbird.
Is it you? What are you now? More of a feeling or a moment, rather than someone I can hug and see.
My guardian angel, the person I still call on when I can’t bloody figure out how to fix something (and you always show me the way).
You’re the song on the radio that airs at the perfect time and the lyrical messages on repeat in my mind.
Through the moments of fog and low visibility, you are a chorus of crickets guiding our way. One at every turn, day and night, in the most surprising places. Capturing our attention and activating our sense of humor with that comforting, familiar chirp.
Dadio, husband, brother, “coach”, boss, neighbor, friend, son, kind stranger – even though we can’t see you with your baseball glove on or share in the satisfaction of a good car washing party, we can’t deny that you’re here. In us; in everything beautiful, funny and hopeful.
Here we are on day 366; you are still gone, yet ever here.
We are MORE and so are you in us.