Saturday, September 3, 2011

It's Septemberd 3rd again.

8 years ago on September 3rd, my dad died at 2:30 in the morning.  This morning, as I seriously do on each anniversary of his death, I found myself awake at 2:30, and I never went back to sleep, just got up a few hours later to go running.

If you've been reading this blog for a while, you are used to these posts about my dad on his birthday and on the anniversary of his death.  I just feel the need to publicly acknowledge how I feel all the time, which is that I miss my dad.

I ran 9 miles of trails this morning and thought about him the whole way.  I'm feeling drained from the past few weeks and rather teary, so that is pretty much all I have for you today.  Hope everyone has a nice long weekend.


Kirsten said...

Thought of you this day when I saw the update on fb--thinking of you tomorrow on day 1 grade 1!

Rowgirl08 said...

Hugs from VT. I hope someday these days will be more smiles than an aching heart.