2 years

It has been 2 years since I last saw him. 2 years of listening to a voice over the telephone. 2 years of praying that the cancer is really gone and I'll once again be able to hang on his neck and dance in the kitchen with him. 2 years of anxiety filled conversations about his recent trip to the ER. 2 years of aging. 

This man I have loved for 33 years. This man who has owned my heart longer than any other. This man who I call "Dad".