Half Life

I realize I've kind of dropped off the face of the earth the past few months.  And this is not the post for me to update everyone. 

Today marks the 14th anniversary of my dad's death.  I have officially lived half my life without my father.

Although I thought this was crazy to think about, I thought I was ok with it.  But today, when I had my students write letters to their dads (like I do every year on this day) I started crying when telling them why they were writing. 

Apparently, 14 years isn't enough to get over missing your dad.