Missed Connections

My dad would have been 69 today.  I still can't believe he is gone.  I feel a sickening weight in my stomach when I think how he will never get to see his grand daughter grow and see her fiesty spirit that she gets from him.

I took Joss to the mall to visit Santa and she wanted nothing to do with him.  She mean-mugged the entire time.  My dad would have loved that.  Every time he would hear her cry over the phone he would yell, "Give her hell, Jossy."

I miss him so much.  I find comfort in the fact that I at least see my father in my daughter.   He will live on through her.  The world better watch out!