My father would have turned 58 today. Needless to say, I’ve had my fair share of highs and lows since his suicide. He was my hero. He was my Superman. He was my legs – literally.
Until he wasn’t. If I really sit with my grief for too long, all I can see is a man who committed suicide and abandoned his family. But I’ve been trying very, very hard to let go of at least some of that bottled-up anger I’ve had for 6 years now.
The father-daughter relationship is beautiful, magical and life-changing. These photos are how I want to remember my father today.
I miss you, dad. I miss you more than I might admit.