he died...
Jan 5 th , 1999 It's been a long time since I've delved into the world of written thought. Sometimes breaks are good. It's like when I don't play an instrument for a long time and then start again I find something new. Well it's been an interesting Christmas. It was the first Christmas without dad. I write those words and feel sad. It is written. I miss him so much, it’s weird...like mom said we spent a lot of our time here w/o dad really there or involved. He wasn't a huge part of everyday life! But he was though. And I miss all those little things. I'm glad that I got closer to him before he died. I have to tell myself over and over that the day at Palliative care when he was really out of it on the morphine and I told him how much I loved him and how proud I was to be his son the he heard me. I know he did