traces of dad

it would only be almost 2 months since dad left to heaven. you know, it's still hard to believe that he's not here. i think we're just making ourselves busy and just getting used to him not being on sight, but not the fact that he's really gone. i think he would never really be gone for us. coffee, humidors, sunday newspaper, sinatra's tunes when the sun rises, those are a few things that remind me of dad. i was kind of hoping that he's going to leave me a message before he left because the last thing we agreed upon was that we're going home. erase erase erase. it's all coming back to me again... can't help it. you'll be terribly missed this christmas, dad.