Hard to believe that my dad's been gone three years already. Sometimes it feels like longer. Interminable, maybe. Good or bad, though, it's not possible to stay in an intensely hyperemotional state. Thy body can't sustain that level of intensity forever. These days my first thoughts of him are of the great memories, not his absence, and that's entirely to the good. I miss him, though.
Ho hum – the shit talking continues
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