This Sunday I will be spreading my dad’s ashes, with my family for one big goodbye in the town I was born in and grew up in till I was 7. I haven’t been back there since I was around 12, and haven’t seen the people that watched me grow from a toddler to a teenager.

This will be a big weekend, but a chance to let go and move on. It will be sad, but also a celebration of my fathers life and another chance to see my fathers lifetime friends, and hear stories of his past.

Its been 6 months since my father passed away, and it never feels real. I constantly think about him, and sometimes its so surreal that he’s not physically here anymore.

But, I look forward to seeing all the faces my dad kept in his life, and celebrate and commemorate him and his life.

xox