i miss my daddy so much.  i can’t say how many times i’ve thought about calling him.  or wondered why he hasn’t called me.  this was the last call we shared:

had i just known...

it’s been over three weeks. looking back through my call history, we never went over three days between calls.  i was just starting to sort through medical bills to get all that straightened out (which, naturally made me think of him anyhow since one of his favorite pastimes was griping about his medical bills) and i came across the birthday card that he gave the turkey on the day he was born.  queue deluge of tears.  *sigh*  it hurts so much to think of how much he wanted to be a part of the turkey’s life.  i’m eternally grateful that he got to meet his grandson but the selfish part of me can’t help but feel sorrow for all of the years he’ll miss out on.