He died nearly two and a half years ago, and I still miss him. I still get that horrible tightness in my chest and the, now familiar, sting in my eyes every time I see a picture of him or think about him.
I've stopped asking when that will go away. I don't think it ever will.
I can't change what happened. I can't go back in time and call him more often or take his keys away. So I do the only thing I can. I remember him.
|Calvin with my oldest daughter (his niece) Makaya in August 2004|
Calvin William Allen Skinner
August 11, 1980 - April 17, 2009