Today marks four years since I lost my sweet daddy. His death knocked the breath out of me, even still today.

One of my calls today was a listening call so I jumped out for a walk. I put on my rain jacket and hat since it was raining a little bit.

I was pretty soaked. The raindrops weren’t heavy but they were consistent. It was the perfect time for a release. I’m not one who cries often, at least unless menopause gets in the way. The tears flowed freely. I’m not ashamed. If anyone were to have been out, and they weren’t because of the rain, they wouldn’t know the difference of raindrops on my face or tears.

I miss many things about my dad:

• His genuine love and kindness
• Walking into his house and hearing him say, “Micki, baby.”
• His daily call at 4:30 pm on the dot
• His call on my birthday at 3:54 am to tell me my birth story

Those are just a few. I miss everything about him. I’m a daddy’s girl, through and through.

For those who have lost someone in their life, you get it. And I’m sorry. I understand.

The humidity was catching up to me and the rain was getting heavier. I took off the coat and kept a smile to finish.

I felt so much better when I was done. I was pretty soaked but my soul felt better.

When I sat back down at my desk. A Cardinal landed just outside my window. Thanks, Daddy, for stopping by. I know that was you.

Cherish all who are still with you. Moments are memories. Hug your loved ones tighter.

I’ll end with a picture of my sweet daddy and me. Peace out, trout!