Why?It takes awhile for it to sink in.
That they are really gone.
For me, it took six years.
I don't remember my dad much, though I remember he was strong, tall, and a bit temperish, (like me). He was super funny, and when he smiled his whole face light up. The earliest memory I have of him was when I was a baby, and he lifted me up on his shoulders, and it was maybe my third birthday? Then he set me down onto the table and we blew out the candles together. Then, the next memory, is of when I was about 6-7, and we went to Disney Land, and went to a restaurant there, and we were laughing about something.... all it is a glimpse, and then it goes away. Though, another thing I always remember about him is that he had a mustache, and food would always collect on it.... Then, another memory I have is when I was 7, and I was combing his really short hair, and my mother had taken a picture of that. C: Then, it speeds on to this memory, where he is yelling at our Great Dane, Prints, who was scared