I'm going 'home' in a few weeks to clear out stuff in the house...set aside the things I hold dear from my childhood.
It's always nice making that right hand turn into the driveway like I did for so many years, but it's always heartbreaking now, just the same.
I miss you, Dad. So very much.
We've been talking more frequently about when we will start our own little family- and it just hurts so much to know that my children will not know the warmth of your bear hugs or be able to talk about "When grandpa and I..."
I sometimes wish that I wasn't the baby of the Boeckmann clan. Something inside me wishes I was born a scant 10 years earlier so that my children would know you like most of the other grandkids do.
But...everything happens for a reason, I guess.
I'm just going to have to make sure to tell them all about you and try my damnedest to replicate your bear hugs.
I don't think I'll ever be able to recreate your rollerskating dance moves, though. :D
