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Today is the sixth anniversary of my father’s death, and it’s incredible to realize just how much has changed in the past year. R and I are now living together, we’ve met some incredible friends, and strengthened other friendships. Meantime, my niece and nephew are getting SO BIG!, and their adult personalities — who they’ll be — are starting to peek through. Incredible stuff all of it, and of course there’s always the sad stuff, too.

In other words: life’s moving on.

What I wrote last year is no less meaningful today, so I won’t repeat myself. The only difference is that I think some of us may be finding our rhythm, however off-beat it may be. Not all of us — Mom may never find hers again — but a little, tiny, patter for the rest of us.

I still miss my father, and always will. That part’s not changing, just the sharpness has been worn down from a giant grief to a well-known sense of sorrow and regret. No, I’m not grieving for him every day (not anymore)…but some days, it does still hit me.