Three years.
It’s three years to the day since my dad died.
I wish I had something clever and/or erudite to say today; nothing came to me all day.
Not a whole lot came to me today–the taxpayers’ money was not spent well on my salary. That day’s timeline was on constant playback in my head for most of the morning and afternoon.
Lacking anything meaningful, I’ll just say that if he were still around, I’d be on the phone to him to see if he just got as big a kick out of Hillary’s debate statement on the Bosnian sniper fire incident (”…and I said some things that I knew weren’t in keeping with what I knew to be the case…”) as I did.
He’d probably be sick of the debate by now (as I am also) and flip it over to the Indians game.
They’re losing 9-1. Ack.
(As I said: I wish I had something clever and/or erudite to say today.)
(As I said: I wish I had something clever and/or erudite to say today.)
You’ve done so, and in a very touching and moving post. Thanks for sharing.
Comment by John — 02 May 2008 @ 08:33 AM