Putting this post together was a little harder than I anticipated. Maybe that’s why the images have been sitting on my camera for the past two months. I lost my dad in April, my boys – they lost their grandpa. I think about him everyday, and we all miss him more than I thought even possible. The hurting, that down deep in the pit of your stomach has not lessened. Spending time with my folks over the summer was always a time to look forward to. My dad would take the boys to hobby shops, let them play with his model trains, drive go-carts all over the property. I know my dad treasured these times, I always joked he secretly wanted boys that’s why he raised two tough girls! My dad built this train table, and hand painted the mountain ranges and all the little trees. He built the tunnels, and all the tracks so he could enjoy watching and driving the trains all around. He loved this past time, and my boys loved that he let them play along. The tracks, trains, unfinished towns this is exactly how he left them. We joked with him that he was turning into a crazy old train guy, maybe he was – but he just loved being busy. Ah dad, I hate that you are not here with us. We love you, Happy Father’s Day.