my Pops died.
I can't believe he's been gone for 3 years. A lot has happened since then, and since we've been going non stop for the last several years, I've allowed other external factors to occupy the sadness of his loss in my mind. But I can recall the day he left this world like it was just an hour ago. Reliving it in my mind makes my chest tighten and my throat close and my head feel a little woozy.
I'm going to sit with my memories for a bit, the good ones, the sad ones and that last day my Dad and I shared together.