remembering grandaddy

Third daughter, Carter, is in Kentucky, so she was missing from this day, but I brought her along in spirit. Colby, Brooke and I walked Higgins Beach this evening after spending a quiet, tender, day together. The memories of a year ago hovered around. Hurt and gratefulness together. It's hard to explain. My father can't have been gone for a year. It seems impossible. We all miss him so.