Triggers

It was such a small thing, and yet it happens all the time, some little thing that triggers my thoughts about my dad. I printed packing slips today for the company that must not be named...my workplace, and there it was in the packing slip notes: Happy Father's Day, Dad.

This will be my first Father's Day without my dad. We always joked that it was a "Hallmark holiday", but my dad never failed to tell me what a nice card I sent him.

He died on December 5, 2008, and it still feels so fresh and raw to me. I miss him every day.

Sunday will be difficult.