Missing Dad

Father's Day is a day I always miss Dad.  He died in 2003, and it still has the power bring me to tears.  I tried to spend a little time alone this morning, but within 10 minutes Isaiah had come out twice, Annalisa had knocked on her window twice, and all ability to enjoy some time alone was gone.  I probably did the same thing to him when I was little.

Otherwise, I am trying to get myself centered to facilitate the retreat for Vets of Iran and Afghanistan beginning Wednesday.  I have to work both Monday and Tuesday, so Wednesday morning will be for packing and beginning the journey.  I am looking forward to getting there. 

I am sad that I will not be with Isaiah at his grandmother's funeral.  I know Virgil will take care of him, but I want to be there holding him.   I have been with him through all his life at every major event.  I can call him, but it is just not the same.