I miss him.

I just had a moment,a realization, that my dad isn't here anymore. (which I've had many of).  That van ahead of us on the highway isn't him driving to a job. The phone ringing isn't him calling to talk.  The text early in the morning while doing papers is not him saying good morning paper momma. 

A friend tells me her dad is in his eighties, my heart breaks. I hear of another friend whose dad takes the grandchildren on a road trip & my heart rips apart. Our kids have no grandpas, on either side. 

My mom is moving from the house he built. I want to take everything he made, which would be the whole house, cause he built it all. The song by Miranda Lambert, The House That Built Me & How Dare You get me every time & I try to avoid any song that will make me cry.