Missing my Dad today. When he died, I wanted to do something to honor him, so I turned most of my backyard into a vegetable garden. I live in SoCal, so we're talking feet not acres. Gardening was a favorite pastime of my dad's and something I enjoyed as well. When he was passing, I told him he would still be with me like he was when he was alive and living 2000 miles away and not physically present. That I would think of him and talk to him while I was puttering around the garden. This was during the last hour of his life, but I KNOW he understood because I saw something flash behind his eyes, and an ever so slight move of his head. Thanks Dad for teaching me to be independent and kind. And for drilling into my head to pay the bills first and not buy things on credit. And so much more.
Have a wonderful day.