Happy New Year Daddy

So the holidays have passed. It was tough, no doubt about it. No one put on the Christmas with Bing Crosby, Nat King Cole, and Dean Martin vinyl. No one hung the stupid yarn bell decoration we called the mistletoe. Remember the Mets 1986 Championship ornament I broke when I was like 4? Always wished I hadn't broken it, but never more so than now. This Christmas was just weird. I guess you could say the only Santa Clause I ever knew didn't come to town this year. And that's enough to make Christmas skip a year.

Barack Obama is the president now. Remember when you said Sarah Palin would be a good VP? lol. Even you were wrong sometimes. But to be fair, she did seem like a damn good choice at the time. I wonder who you would've voted for. But I do know that you'd be proud of him and proud of our country. Proud that we live in a country that went from giving you and Mommie funny looks to electing a biracial president. Pretty cool, huh?

I miss you Daddy. More and more every single day. I want to know what you'd say to me, how you'd feel about things. I want to see your smile and take you out to the dinner I owe you. I want to go to a Mets game with you again (did you have anything to do with the K-Rod and Putz signings?) and have a beer. I want to talk politics, and history, and movies and learn so much from you. I fucking miss you Daddy.