Every Day I cry

We got home around 3 am from Vegas. I do not feel too bad this morning. Happy to be home.

We are able to go to the JCK show in Vegas every other year. Our hotel was amazing and clean and smoke free and no casino….

We took two of our staff members. Vegas is a lot and I recommend never going more than 5 days. It’s sensory overload

However, this year, I was grateful for the distraction and Vegas has cleaned up quite a lot from where it was fifteen years ago.

Good ol Dennys is a fave and I can’t get over the service from our waitress Donna….love her!

The distraction was needed….and thankfully I stayed very busy.

On the flight home in the dark and quiet flight…..I remembered my Dad. Grief comes in waves….unexpected …

The reality of what is comes in waves….like my brain can’t fully process he’s not with me…

The comfort of knowing he is whole again….his body is healed gives me joy….but selfishly I want to kiss the top of his head again….i want to hold his hand again….

I want to hear the joy in his voice as I bring him lemon meringue pie and an ice cold Pepsi…

But those days are gone….and heaven is my hope.

I know the ache will lessen eventually but my Dad was the greatest….and no one umderstood me like he did…

I was named after my Dad and I will treasure that always….

I know you will be standing by the gates Dad….but I have much to accomplish before it’s time for me….

I will do my best…to always make you proud.