I can hear his laugh in this photo. I wasn’t even alive yet but I can hear it clear as day. It’s the same big, booming laugh I have. I miss it all the time. * The way if I said something especially stupid he’d lean back in his recliner, wipe his eyes and say “ahhhh Rachel Harrison” (Yes, that’s my middle name. No I will not be taking comments at this time.) * It’s been 2 years without him. A friend said shortly after he passed, “he was your biggest fan”. It’s hard getting on with life without your biggest fan. She meant all the tennis matches he came to and yelled from the back of the parking lot at but he really was my biggest fan in everything. All the things I’ve done in the last 2 years are the direct result of his belief in me and he wasn’t here to share them. That’s the real grief. Losing him was awful but having to do everything for the rest of time without him, that’s the loss. * I wish you all could have met him and that I wrote down every story he ever told me so I could share his insane, hilarious antics with you verbatim (They were never the same twice, an exaggerator to the highest degree but that’s what made them great.) But I’ll remember the best ones and share them with whoever will listen and I’ll smile sincerely at anyone who says, “you’re just like your father.” What a wonderful thing to be ❤️