Ides of March

It's been a while since I posted here. Mostly because I haven't felt compeled to write anything. However, today is the 3-year anniversary of the day my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The day my world was rocked, and not in a good way.

Not many days (if any for that matter) go by that I don't think about my dad. It seems like even if I'm not specifically trying to think of him, something reminds me of him.

I might hear the word "sparky," and it reminds me of dad because it was pet name he used to call me.

Or I'll capture an image and think to myself how my dad would have been proud of that shot.

Or maybe I'm having a random conversation with someone about how I got into singing.

Naturally, these things all remind me of him.

I wonder how many years will go by before the memory starts to fade a little, or make me just a little less sad.

Maybe it never will.