My Dad passed away when I was 17. My life is fractured into “life with my Dad” and “life without my Dad.” Last year marked the beginning of the part of my life where I have lived longer without him in it than with him. My memories and even my pictures of my too-short time with him feel like they have been frozen in time. So I am breaking with my 365 today to post this picture of us from about 1986-ish.
My Everyday Life 