We went to Second

A couple of weeks before the 1-year anniversary, I created a mini Manhattan tour to visit some of your favorite city spots. I started at Eleven Madison Park, where we dined in July, 2012 and again in March, 2018. I crossed the street to Madison Square Park, to the spot where I got married this past Fall. We left some of your ashes there. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to comprehend you dying 6 months before my wedding.

I moved on to the lego store, since you loved playing legos with Sean. Next, I walked by a restaurant where we had lunch. You made me guess the waiter’s name and hinted that his name was a unit of measurement. When I finally got it right and screamed “Miles"!” our waiter abruptly turned around. I remember us laughing hysterically.

I walked by the site of our original wedding, Second, which is also where I last saw you. We had dinner at L’Amico, the restaurant servicing our wedding. I put you in a cab and figured I would see you next month in Phoenix. But I never saw you again.

I journeyed on to Madison Square Garden, home of the New York Rangers. I’m so glad you raised a hickey family. It’s a great sport that doesn’t get the same love as football or baseball, and I don’t care.

I walked over to the Theater District, then to your office, and then to Whole Foods to enjoy chips and dip, one of your favorites.

Dad, you are truly everywhere. I can plan all of the Dad crawls I want, but I still see you every day. So many things remind me of you. And we are so similar that I see you in my own actions. I think about you every hour. Missing you is still all consuming. And you were all consuming. You can’t just wipe away someone like you.

Thanks for living a big life.