I just wish I could call

I've been avoiding writing for a while. I am distracted and busy. I still think about my dad on a daily basis and tear up every time almost. There's so many times everyday that I want to call him and tell him everything I am doing.


I want to tell him I get to go to Vegas for a conference to present a poster and how exciting it is and wish I could meet him there.


I want to tell him how Donovan asks to call him sometimes and so we listen to the two voicemails I have left and how Donovan can still recognize him in pictures and his voice.


I want to tell him how Kevin's doing really well in his program and even though we are in the final stretch it is still hard.


I want to have Donovan visit and see him. Kevin's going to take him next time Donovan is in California.


I miss my dad, every second of every day. :(

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