Each December since 2001, I have about a weeklong span that is marked by days of remembrance for me:

• December 9 – my father passed away
• December 14 – the day I found out my father had passed away
• December 17 – My father’s memorial service and viewing where I gave a eulogy

As a matter of fact, I recount this in a post from June.

I haven’t really cried or shed tears so far but it’s simply a reminder of how much I miss the man who was so integral in shaping me into the person I am today. I haven’t spoken to my mother about it but I wonder if she thinks about him this time of year too.