Dear Dad,

I miss you.

Yesterday, we opened up the last of your stockpile of mayonnaise. You know the one I am talking about.. the gallon size jar of mayonnaise. I know it sounds silly, but I almost cried when we did.

Opening up the giant jar of mayo reminded me of your other stockpiles around the house – the toilet paper tower, the paper towel pyramid, and a few things left in the freezer. I briefly thought about hiding one or two of your stockpiles, because as long as those things are still here, it almost feels like you are still around and taking care of us.

I still have not gotten used to you not being here anymore. It feels like some of the sparkle in the world is gone.

I love you,
Missy