Chowder

Last week I decided to go home this weekend. I really needed to move stuff from my apartment back home. I almost didn't though. I almost stayed in town, but I am glad I didn't.
This weekend at home, was just me and my dad. My brother and mom were out of town. So it was a nice time to get to spend with just him.
The reason I am so glad I came home this weekend is not because it was particularly eventful or exciting. I am glad because of a thought I had on the way home. The thought I had was that many people whose fathers pass away often feel regretful for not saying something to their father, or not having more meaningful experiences with them. This was exactly the kind of weekend that I would wish to have later in life, when I can longer have a weekend alone with my dad.
My dad is a great man, Chowder, as I often call him. I look up to him a lot, and I am thankful daily that he is there for me. I miss him a lot, but I know he is closer than it feels.
I know he is always with me.