Been thinking about my dad a lot lately. Everything I read or listen to seems to be flavored with remeberances of him. I miss him so much.
Reading a book right now about a homeless guy, based on someone's real life experiences, which naturally has had me thinking about the time when my dad was homeless. It seems unreal to think about being 19 years old with a homeless father, and leaving for another town (moving) with only $40 in my pocket because I spent everything I had to pay for a place for him to stay so I wouldn't have to see him on the streets when I left.
I miss him. A lot.
