15 years ago...

Lost my Daddy. He wasn't perfect, but there have been so many times in those 15 years I have wanted to call him, see him, share something with him. And I can't. If I take solace in my eventual END, I have to take solace in his - or at least his idea of heaven - that it's different for everyone - it's what everyone needed when they were on earth to be the best version of themselves- that they don't have to be ashamed, embarrassed about or apologetic about. Missing him right now.