This entry is an answer to a comment on a previous entry. I was asked which days I would like to repeat. I thought long and hard about this, and I have my answers.

It's a tossup between the days I would like to relive. I'd either pick the day Dad and I went to the airshow, or the entire week we were in San Diego. My old man and I spent an entire week in his hometown, and I got to meet his best friend, and see where he grew up and it was great. And the airshow was just so awesome. He and I got our picture taken in a Mustang. And we got to see the Blue Angels. That was just so great.

A day that I would like to relive, so I could change something would be the day Dad died. There were so many things I needed to tell him, and everytime I tried, the words just failed. I never got to tell him how sorry I was for being so stupid and selfish. I didn't get to tell him how much I wished that I would have let him read my writing. Just too many words, too little time. I miss him.