Dad 8/11/88

Dad,

Still miss you.

Eighteen years. So hard to believe this amount of time has passed. From young girl to wife, from one career to the next. There is not one day that passes which I don’t think of you. Most days, no tears, but I still have moments. So many things I have shared with you, even now there are days I feel your energy with me in presence. I will forever be connected to you: from Vespas to bowling to medicine to your quiet stance and impromptu punchlines.