What did your dad look like?

That's what Emily asked me as she was doing her homework tonight. I was in the kitchen getting dinner ready, and she was in the family room at the coffee table. I didn't know why she asked that question until I was looking over her homework.

One flower is empty on her family tree.



She doesn't remember what he looked like. She was only a little over a year old when he passed, so I guess she wouldn't remember, but it's just so sad to me to realize that my daughters will have no memory of the man who left such an idelible mark on my heart. No memory of the man I think about often every day.

The man I miss more than anything in this world.

It just doesn't seem fair.