It’s been 13 days since dad passed away.


Obviously, it’s sad.


I’m sad.


Because the only places I can now see him are in my dreams and in photographs.


But a man satiated only by complete and total freedom does not play well with Alzheimer’s…


So while I miss him deeply, the dreams and photos will have to do, because he’s found freedom once again.


That, I can’t be anything but happy about.


Catch you on the flip-side daddy-o.