The 3d anniversary of my dad's death is this week. He's been gone almost as long as he had Alzheimer's. It's blunted now; I don't think about it as much, but when I do, the anger and the grief are still there.
On Sunday we were playing a word game that uses tiles similar to Scrabble. The first game, every letter pulled was R. I had every R. R was my dad's favorite letter, since his initials were RRR. My first license plate was ORRR because RRR was already taken. (I loved that, as you can imagine. Not.) Anyway, as I kept getting more and more Rs, I could only think it was my dad's simple way of saying hi.
Hi Dad. Miss you lots.
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