I took this video in the last few minutes of the last time Dad was here at our house. I remember watching him and Mom drive away afterwards. And crying in the driveway. I always cried when they left. Even before Dad got sick. I'm like that. I can't help it.
Now I'm sitting on the couch in the same spot he was sitting and I still find it completely incomprehensible that he's not here and he won't be coming here again ever. I still feel like I've been punched in the stomach whenever I think of him and everything we've lost...
All those wonderfully ordinary moments that everyone else gets to take for granted.
