Two years

It's been two years since we said good-bye to my dad for the last time. And every year since then, one of my closest friends has checked in with me, sent a reminder and just simply been there.

This year, she sent me this picture.

Mom happened to be driving through the metro after delivering her brother to the airport so she swung by at the hospital, I re-arranged some meetings and we managed to grab a late lunch. It was nice to sit across the table and have an uninterrupted conversation.

And that sunset, like he had a part of it, was simply spectacular.