Page 55 of My Father's Closet

This was what Dad would have wanted.

Not perfection.

Not pretending.

Just...life.

Messy, loud, ridiculous life.

And love.

In all its forms.

EPILOGUE

ROBBIE

It was the 17th ofOctober.Five years ago today, Dad passed away.All that time I tried not to think about it.

But it was hard.

So hard not to.

I never wanted to forget my dad.

But remembering hurts.

So, so much.

Shouldn’t I be used to this by now?

But still, the tears came.

Soft.

Slow.