The Pursuit.

I am really missing my dad tonight. Grief doesn’t make any sense and has a habit of knocking me to my knees when I least expect it. It’s not ok, but also, I am ok. What a blessing to love and have been loved so much! Mostly the memories are happy these days.. only they are bittersweet because I know there will be no more new memories. I will never get to see the look on his face when I tell him he’s going to be an Abuelo (no I’m not pregnant, don't get any ideas), and I will never again on this side of heaven feel the strength of his arms wrapped around me. I’ll never get to hear his voice again, see his smile, or hear his laugh. I often want to call him and tell him about my day or about something Bennett did, and then there’s that all too familiar pang when I realize again that I can’t call him.  We are not promised  tomorrow . Sometimes it all seems so unfair. I know my Papi is in heaven and there is great comfort in that. SO much comfort in that. But in the midst of grie...