Six Years

Six years on Friday daddy. It snuck up on me this year and I almost forgot.. is that a good thing or a bad thing...? I am happy and that's all you ever wanted for me. I'm exactly where I need to be. I'm still learning - learning so much right now about myself and about what I want and what I need, learning to say no to others and yes to me - and still making mistakes but when I do, I don't point fingers at anyone but myself. You taught me that. Life is not perfect. If it were, you'd still be here and Friday would have been just another day. A Friday just like the others with no reason for tears. But I'm lucky and have no right to complain. There were less tears this year because of the people I have found along the way. Because when I'm not doing okay, they carry me on their shoulders just like you used to when I was little and you picked me up from kindergarten. "Sonho meu, sonho meu, vai buscar quem mora longe sonho meu" It always does so you're never too far. I miss you and I love you. Always. RIP dad