Missing Dad

It's amazing how sometimes it just hits you how much you miss someone. On Tuesday, I realized how much I miss my dad. It was Inaguration Day. Melissa and I and a few other people in the office sat down for the first 30 minutes of work in a conference room and watched Obama take his oath and listened to what he had to say. I liked it. I liked his message of hope. I hope he follows through with much of what he has promised during his campaign. But it made me cry. My father was very involved in politics. He bugged me every election day (local and national) to make sure I was getting out there to vote. He believed in our right to make a choice about our government. He always believed.

He died not quite two days after the presidential election. I don't think he even left the house to vote, which was the first time since he started voting at age 18. I thought it was weird he didn't call to remind me, but I was too 'busy' to call him. Then we get the news that he is gone. He didn't even get to see who was voted in. He didn't get to see the history made by our first African American president. And all that hit me when I saw Obama take his oath. It saddens me that my father didn't get to see it. Granted, he was a republican and probably wouldn't have voted for Obama, but he definitely would have appreciated the importance of the occasion. I hope he knows that I thought of him on both days and that I will for the rest of my life whenever I go to vote. And I will ALWAYS go vote!

I miss you Dad....