I haven’t shared a story from my dad in several weeks. There’s a good reason for this. I’m out of stories by my dad; that I know of. I haven’t gone through all the old newspapers, but it appears all that is left are sports news. I’m confident no one cares to read the score of the Little League game from 1993.
My mom and I have been digging through shoeboxes looking for baby pictures of me to see if EK has any resemblance to me at all. She doesn’t. But I discovered a picture I’d never seen before.
My uncle Leon said my dad used to tell him, “I miss my little girls. I mean, I miss my girls when they were little.”
I miss him too.
We had fun.