It has been 365 days since I saw you last. There have been many times in the past year where I have wished you were still here with us. I know you are safe and happy where you are residing now. I'm glad you aren't in pain, but I miss your presence here. Life is just different without you.
I miss your hugs; a gesture that always made me feel safe. And those deep belly laughs that'd billow throughout the entire house. I miss the way you'd shamelessly shed tears while watching movies involving horses, and making fun of you for doing so. I miss the scent of Brut aftershave, even if you had a habit of putting too much on. I miss the way you would secretly sneak sweets while you were away working. Donuts and drumsticks were your favorites. I miss the way you'd jam out to Fergie's Big Girls Don't Cry when it came on the radio. You didn't care what people thought.
Some days I find myself missing our arguments too. Kinda crazy. We were just too much alike, you and I. But, you know what? I don't seem to mind it anymore. I am proud to be like you now. You taught me so much in the 22 years you were here with me. Lessons that I'll cherish forever.
Though your absence is painful, your memory lives on through the lives you touched. Thank you for being the best Dad you could've been. For loving me, accepting me, guiding me and pushing me to always better myself. I love you. Always have and always will. I will see you again, Dad.