59

Ok, so today my dad would have been 59 and I have to wonder, will I ever stop this? It has been eight years since his passing, and I still cannot grip it. I really think it comes from him being so young when he died. I was young too...only 27.
This is what I blogged last year... Happy Birthday Thomas Ralph Frey! Today, I am making his mother's famous chicken and dumplings for dinner, and I'm feeling guilty that I'm not going to get out to the cemetery today....I think I'll go tomorrow before work...Oh, how I miss him. When I told Ryan that it was Bampa Tom's birthday today, he asked how old...I said 59....and Ryan replied in an astonished tone "59? Jeez, that's young! Why did he die so young?" I love that kid! I really think he's the only one who "gets it".