One Year

Today marks a year since my dad passed away. In some ways, it's hard to believe it's been an entire year since some days it seems like it happened recently. On the other hand, this has been one of the longest years ever. Losing a parent you had a good relationship with is hard. I miss Daddy every day.

I keep a box on my dresser filled with some of dad's things. One of the items is one of his watches. I had just bought him a new one a few months before he passed away, but it was identical to the one he had ... he wanted the same kind. Mom kept one of them and I kept the other. I must have gotten the newer one, but I'm not sure, because the watch is still ticking. Sometimes at night, when the room is quiet, I can hear the watch ticking in that box. It's like a gentle reminder of my dad and like it is helping to keep his memory alive among those things in that box. Some might find that eerie, but I like the reminder. I know when that battery life is over, I'll be replacing it so the ticking can continue to stir the memories for me.