A little over eight years ago, my Dad and I sat down in the living room and had one of the first real adult-feeling conversations I can remember having. We talked about my upcoming middle school graduation, what kind of classes I’d take in high school, and what music I was into. And we decided to record this video of us singing Going to California together. I’ve been hesitant to post it. Embarrassed of my 13 year old awkwardness and my nasally voice. But eight years ago today, we lost him. My dad was so proud to share music with me. And a part of him lives on every time I sing now. In just over a week I’ll be graduating from his alma mater, and I wish more than anything that he could still be here. He was the strongest, most fearless man to ever walk the Earth. And he just so happened to be the kindest and most selfless. He made the disease he faced seem so much less severe than it was through his light and sheer magnitude. There was really just no one like him. I love you, Dad. I miss you more than life. I hope I’m doing you proud.
In just a few weeks now I’ll be a college-educated woman, but it feels like just yesterday my hands were much smaller and my hair grew a little wilder. Miss that
