My dad...

My dad is the sort of guy that, although he can drive you nuts with his crazy antics and his jokes that you sometimes don't get, you always love to be around. My dad has been my dad since before I was born (funny how that works, huh?). And now, my dad is leaving to move to Bangor.

*brief moment during which Rachelle takes everything in*

Granted, he'll be home most Fridays-Sundays, but he won't be coming home every weekday at 5:30. He won't be here to start my car for me when it's cold out. He won't be here to understand my humor (which I inherited from him, by the way) or find the insane things that I say & do funny.

So I'm going to Canada for 2.5 days. And then as soon as I arrive home my whole family is driving down to Bangor to take dad to his new apartment.

Please...please keep our whole family in your prayers. Especially my mom.
Their marriage is finally not just surviving, but thriving, and now they'll be separated for a couple of months...

Dad. I love you.

*wipes tears from face*