Since the day I started talking

I haven't gone so long without talking to my dad. We went to Illinois today to visit my mom. Along the way we passed all kinds of places -- the gas station where he would take the kids to get candy or ice cream -- the creek where he would stop and get out of the truck with them to look for turtles -- the road to his house. We had lunch at the coffee shop where we ate with him countless times. On the way home, I went to the lumber yard where we made so many cool discoveries together, only he wasn't there to share all my great finds.

It's been 3 weeks today and today was a hard day. A very hard day. I miss my dad.