The feeling of loss never goes away, you just learn how to live with it over time.
My earliest memories are from around the age of 4. Walking together at any random moments he would swoop me up off the ground spend me around his head and then back to the floor all so fast, it felt like a roller coaster ride. Around 5, he would occasionally gather all my friends and take us on secret missions, which would actually be the forest at a near by park, but we would spend several hours in those woods, navigating, exploring, and having fun. Around 7, I remember him implementing a no TV before 6pm rule that was a big deal because we loved the TV like kids love ipads, now a days. It forced us to talk, do home work and spend quality time. Around 9, I remember him, although getting older being the quarter back for the neighborhood football games. He made them let me play. I was by far the youngest out there, and nervous but he always made sure he set up atleast 2 or 3 plays for me. He would look at me and nod during his pre snap routine and I knew it was coming to me. We moved to Georgia between 10 -14, and I remember not having many friends, but we would play one on one basketball games for hours in the driveway, none of which he ever let me win. I came close several times. Around 16, he GAVE me a brand new car to drive to school. A blue Lumina that was basically mine. At 20, when I was not doing well at a job and a friend of his who worked with me told him about it. He gave me the pep talk that I feel has made me who I am now. I could go on and on. His finger prints are permanently attached to my DNA, and forever present in everything that I do, and strive to be. September 20th will probably always be my roughest day, but always the day I reflect on why my dad was so happy and made everyone around him happy also. On this day every year I will always remind the world why you were the greatest man I ever knew.
Click the link in my bio to hear my track off this audio project dedicated to him.