My father died on February 16th, 1996. This past February 16th was the first one since then that came and went without me remembering. I only remembered it just now, when I spotted the date on my calendar. I also just realized that I no longer think of him every day, a thought that startles and saddens me.
I miss my dad. I miss how much he loved me, I miss feeling safe in the world because he was in it.