Thanksgiving

 Hi, Dad.

I drove past you today. They've taken out your wonderful tree. Replanted it, but the new one is small and spindly. You have a "neighbor" as well. Very close one. Getting crowded over there. 

Another Thanksgiving about to pass. I'm only now realizing how much I had and how much I've lost since you left us. Your presence being the biggest of all, the most of all, and the most devastating. I recently had to remove all my personal pictures from the corkboard above my desk and I miss them. Whenever I needed advice, or even a calming reminder, I would look up at your smiling face. 

Life has gotten so difficult without you. The days go by and there are times I wish I could call you or drive to visit you to tell you of my day, or ask you for your opinion, or get your help. You don't realize it but I depended on you for so much. There have been many days, many times, that I have wished communication between us had been better so that I wouldn't be here, writing to you and sending it out into space where you won't be able to receive it. But, if you do receive it, know that you are loved and missed and I pray that the angels know what they have. 

Love you, Dad.

P