I am surrounded by love.
From my children.
The more I talk about my dad, the more I figure out all the little clues he left behind to tell us that he loved us.
That he was saying goodbye.
That he knew.
That he wanted us to be happy.
They are a comfort to us.
I also wish that they had been more obvious.
But they weren't.
Still, I keep discovering little signs.
And as much as they make me cry, they are starting to make me smile.