2 Years

I haven't heard your voice in two years. Haven't seen your goofy smile. Haven't felt the warmth of your hugs. It feels like yesterday we were in the kitchen cutting up watermelon to help beat the heat of those scorching summer days. You would tell me stories of when I was a child like you were the proudest dad in the world. And I was still your baby girl even though I was basically already an adult. You would often tell me about how much I loved watermelon, even at age two. I would sit on the counter as you scooped up watermelon balls for my restless little self to munch on. However, since you left I have not been able to recall enjoying my favorite summer treat. Not once in these past two years.