Some days a random memory of my dad will just pop up out of nowhere, and that happened today. I don’t know if it’s this cold, dreary weather, which is sadly reminiscent of the day we laid him to rest. Perhaps it's the fact that fall is upon us, and along with it, Dad's love of the changing leaves. Or maybe it's the feeling that as the days, weeks, and months pass by, it becomes more and more real that he truly isn’t here. Maybe it’s all of those things combined. Regardless