I miss you, Dad.

Just got hit with a wave of sadness, at the grocery store. They were playing Cat’s in the Cradle by Harry Chapin, and it was all I could do not to bust out crying like a baby. I really haven’t thought much about my father being gone lately, but I was sort of blindsided by the tune and got caught up in a very sad state…not even over blowing off getting to see him, but because I won’t be able to. I can’t just pick up the phone and call him up to say hi. He really doesn’t exist anyplace now except in my heart and in scattered form over the Atlantic Ocean.

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