First Year

 A year ago my dad went home. It has been the toughest year of my life.  I miss him so much.  I talk to him daily but he is not physically here.  It is cloudy and the election has gone off the rails and I just wish my dad was here, for this day so we could go get fried chicken and forget the world exists for just one day.  I know he is well again and spending time with his mom and siblings. I hope he and his brother are behaving but I know they are not and my grandma has her hands full.  Someday dad we will have lunch again.