My Dad

I miss my dad so much. Some days I can't get him out of my head. I've moved into my new house and he's not there. He said he would be there. I miss him. Everytime I pick up a paint brush I think about him with me, supervising. I need you, Dad. I'll always need you. But now there's a hole in my heart. He was my north star. My idea bouncer. The one person who kept me on level ground. I will always love you Dad. And I miss you with all my heart.