It's that time of year again. When hunting season begins. The days just before Thanksgiving.
The days leading up to my Dad's birthday.
It's bittersweet for me. Dad passed away three years ago.
We always talked on the phone on Sunday nights around 8:30. Still...if the phone rings, or if I happen to walk past the phone on Sunday nights, my heart skips a beat.
It sits on my desk...always close.
Where does the time go?
I miss you Dad.