Three years.  It’s been 1,095 days since we’ve seen you and I still struggle to come to terms that those days are only going to continue to grow… each, still, without you. It’s no exaggeration when I say that every day since I saw you last has had you in it… I’d even call it an understatement. The memories of you flood my mind constantly— often accompanied by a pit in my stomach from the daily realization of the fact that you are no longer here. It’s just memories now. But while our days here without you are consumed of the memories from the days that were with you- they are also spent making new memories— in honor of you. So much has happened since you’ve left, and yet it feels like you were just here. The past 1,095 days has brought weddings, first dates, new jobs, new homes… and new family members. Another first without you, and it was a tough one. Just 4 days after your 2nd anniversary, Kenny and I welcomed our daughter, Billie, into the world- yet another girl but this time as your first grandchild — named after her Grampy- the best girl dad I’ve ever known. Each of these moments, and all the little ones in-between, never came without a “I wish Dad was here for this” from one of your girls.  We have learned that every joy will now forever be accompanied by an underlying grief… but hopefully also with a smile every once in awhile, as we imagine what you would do if you actually were “here for this” — and then laugh about how outrageous it would likely be. I miss you so much, Dad. You’d be proud of all that exists because of you. Mom, Chloe and Carly are the strongest women I know and who I hold on to, especially when days like today come around. Love you tons & tons, Daddio. 3 years down, forever to go. 🥃