It's been fifteen years since my dad passed away. It is a true statement that time heals and mostly I've accepted that life will have to continue without him. But there are still moments when I ache for him. More often these are happy moments when we are gathered as a family. Moments when the kids (his grandkids) are playing together at his house and the adults are chatting and laughing. Sometimes I stop in those moments and just listen, taking in all the sights and sounds around me for him. And I am so happy, but so sad.
