Two years on

I'll keep it brief and light, considering...  It's been exactly two years since my father passed away.  I miss him daily.  We didn't always have the best relationship; in fact, it was work--very hard work.  But when all was said and done, I always knew he loved and respected me and I felt the same towards him.

It's been an interesting two years.  And I think the slightest traces of sadness that have clouded me are dissolved now.

So May comes back to being my favorite month again for all the right reasons.