It's Father's Day, and another reminder (as if I needed one!) of how much I (still!) miss Dad.   On the other hand, I fully acknowledge that I am SO lucky, both to have had Dad in my life AND for so long.  

While there's still a gaping hole in my heart five years after he 'left',   

I do have lots and lots of wonderful memories.  Thank you, DAD! 

To this day, just the sight of a Curious George book evokes warm, fuzzy feelings of a bedtime story with my daddy!

Of course I took so much for granted growing up.  (Don't most kids?)  But I love my kids unconditionally (though sometimes it was a challenge during those pesky teenage years....) maybe because I had such a good role model in my dad?