The Way We Were

Aunt Linda found a picture she took like a year ago. It was of Mum, Dad, and I. One of the last ever taken and it's a good shot of all three of us. Looking at it hurts, because it reminds me of what I can never have again.

I've been thinking about my father a lot these last few days. More than normal. First, the anniversary of D-Day. He was such a world war two fanatic, he would have made a big deal over it. He always did, he could talk about D-Day for hours if we let him and he would have made us watch hours of boring documentaries. I found myself watching some on my own, just because I knew that he would have if he could have. It made me feel a little bit closer to him, like he was here again.

Also, Ronald Regan died this weekend, and that made me think of Daddy. After all, Regan was his favourite president. My father thought he was one of the greatest men to ever live. So, again, I couldn't help but think of him and what he would be doing or saying if he were here.

I think of him often. I think that's a good thing, but it hurts.

I haven't had a chance to see Harry Potter yet. Hopefully this weekend. I really want to see it, Prisoner of Azhkaban is amongst my favourite of the books, so...

Tampa Bay won the Stanley Cup. Sigh, I really wanted a Canadien team to win. Oh, well, at least I can be happy that Dave Andrewchyck finally got his cup after 22 seasons. That's pretty cool. He was one of Daddy's favourite players...