I'd forgotten, somehow - just where I had put my dad's dragon box. This isn't without intent, but it isn't quite with it either. Dwelling on his ashes wouldn't exactly be dad's idea of a memorial, and he lives throughout this home in other ways. In me, not the least.
So accidentally discovering where the ashes were today was unexpected. He was in that cabinet? I can't even remember when the box went in there. Huh.
I miss you, dad. Had a good time with your son and your granddaughters this week. We love you. So much. Thank you again - for being my daddy.
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