I was going through my desk and found a bunch of old checkbooks. I looked through one from years ago when I lived in Los Gatos, and found a check I had written my Dad and never mailed. I promptly burst into tears. It's been almost 2 years that he has been gone and it still catches me off guard sometimes. I think it's been a lot harder since Anthony arrived. He is the first boy, so he is the first Grandson. I know my dad loved all of his Grandaughters, but I think he would have gotten a kick out of having a Grandson. I'm over getting mad at him, now I am just sad. ( And I know all the postpartum stuff doesn't help. I'm emotional anyway. After I had Amelia, I was really angry. This time around I'm very cry-ee. ) I'm hoping that will dwindle in the coming months.