Time. It's a funny thing isn't it? When I think about all of the things that have happened in the past three years it seems like a lifetime since you've been gone. But sometimes the grief is still so raw that it feels like just yesterday. I feel so lucky to have had you in my life, even if it wasn't for nearly as long as I would've liked. I'm not going to lie, I've been having a rough go of it these past few days. The memories really start to flood in each year as January 22nd approaches. As the years go by, it's all of the new memories that are being made without you here that really hit me hard. Last year, it was my college graduation. This year, my wedding. Of course, I know you're there in spirit. But still. It isn't the same.
I just really want you to know how proud I am to be your daughter. You are my inspiration. All day, every day. You've taught me that being successful is so much more than the amount of money in your bank account. It's the lives you touch and doing what makes you happy. You make me want to wake up each day and be a good person. When I'm not feeling productive enough, you're my reminder to "Get After It!"
I posted this quote on my blog a few months after your death when the thought of loving life seemed impossible. I'm happy to say that although life will never be the same without you here, I've learned to love it again. And thanks again for being the most awesome dad in the history of ever.