Anyway.

The person I miss the most is my dad. He died in February of 1998, when I was 13. he's the only person I miss, actually. I'm one of those people who lives kind of in the moment. Anyway. I think I miss more the principle of having a father. It is so, so sad to me that he never met my first boyfriend, he didn't see me graduate high school, and he will never meet Shane, who is pretty much the love of my life. It sucks that he never met my cats (they're like my kids, and my dad loved cats), or that he never saw me striking it out on my own, being independant and adult and having my own apartment. I was too young to have known my father as a person. Too often we don't know our parents as anything other than mom and dad until we're in our 20s or 30s, even later. But I do miss him. He was a fantastic dad.