2 years without the best dad that ever lived. most days it still feels like there’s a giant bleeding hole in my heart. moving further and further away from the last time I saw him, hugged him, talked to him is scary and kind of disproves the whole it gets better with time thing. but then i’ll spend time by the ocean, or see a hummingbird, or a song he loved will come on, or i’ll eat a truly great sandwich, or he’ll show up in my dreams and I’ll feel a little closer to him and the pain will go away for a little bit and i’ll remember to be grateful that I got to spend 27 years with my superman. forever my #1 guy ❤️⛵️