This month, two years ago, marks the 2 year anniversary of my dad's passing. It's always hard going home and not seeing my dad around. It's still hard going into my parent's room and seeing his untouched desk, always orderly and neat as he liked to keep things, his jacket still hanging on the chair. My dad was an amazing man. He really cared and loved us, worked so incredibly hard for us, and spent quality time with us. I have some great memories, all the family does. I feel so blessed to have the knowledge I do - that I will be reunited with my dad again. I know this to be true - that families are eternal. I know even though I can't speak with or see him, he's looking down on me and is close by often.