3 months?!

I'm writing this on the 12th, which would make it 3 months and 2 days since my Daddy passed away.

3 months?!
That's 1/4 of a year.

I am continually baffled at how time has continued to go on without him.





There was a time when I couldn't even fathom a life without both of my parents; of course, that was also in a time where I thought myself and my loved ones were all but invincible. Bad stuff happened to other people, not us.

But here we are.

I have never in my life gone 3 months without at least talking to my Dad on the phone.

3 months.

90+ days of getting up, getting dressed, and finding something to do with my hands. 90 days of events, both miniscule and note-worthy, and 90 days of urges to call him and get his opinion on them. 3 months of spotting his truck twin or someone with the same walk and squashing the urge to call out when the realization that there's no way that could be him smacked me in the face and sat me down hard. 1/4 of a year without hearing his laugh or seeing his smile. 90 breakfasts, 90 lunches, 90 dinners-- and not one cup of coffee with my Dad.

A lot can happen in 3 months.

I bought a car.
I got a tan.
I tried 3 new recipes.
I bought stamps.
I actually bought groceries.
I went to work.
I paid bills.
I walked the dog.
I cleaned my house from top to bottom, twice.
I tried quinoa.
I cut back on social media drastically.
I went blonde.
I flew across the country.
I started a savings plan.
I held my newest niece and cried on her tiny shoulder.

I missed my Daddy.