Missing My Daddy

While out running errands today, driving on the freeway, thoughts of my Dad came to mind, just out of the blue. A feeling spread throughout my whole body until I was crying. What was that all about? Of course I think about my Dad often, and still miss him so much, even though he died 34 years ago. I miss what we had, and what we could've had; what my children and grandchildren could've had. I mourn the loss. But today I couldn't help wondering if my Dad, being where he is now, is thinking "this is no loss...just wait". Food for thought!