Daddy liked to lie in bed and read

Daddy liked to lie in bed and read. When I was a little girl, I would stand in the doorway, run at top speed, and jump on him. He would laugh at the top of his lungs and so would I. I did this all of our lives. I was big enough for both of us and I still kept running and jumping on him. He never got tired of it and neither did I. It makes me laugh to think about it.

He lives on

Today is the second anniversary of my Dad's death. I remember what it feels like to hug him and how happy it made him. I remember chasing the warmth of his body as he left us. Now I know that he never left us at all. He always told me to pass things on. I have passed many things he taught me on to my children. He lives on.