Dad

It’s been 4 years since my dad passed away and I think of him often. The pain has gotten easier but it hasn’t gone away. I feel the hurt. Especially when I want to tell him something. Something I think he’d be proud of me for. Or something about my music, or something about baseball. Something about a plant or a tree. I call mom and tell her Happy Father’s Day and say thanks for choosing a great dad for us. I used an old photo of him and mom for the “Our Parents the Gods” single. Another time. Another era. But just a blip in the scheme of things. Soak it up.