Life is funny. I've said this before, but it's oh, so true. There is always a silver lining to every big black cloud.
My Dad lives about four hours away from me. To say he is a creature of habit is an understatement. Over the past twenty some years that I've lived in Reno, we have talked on the phone pretty much every single Sunday at 8:30 in the morning. (it used to be 9:00 but changed into 8:30 at some point) For whatever reason, (kids, pets, life?) we managed to see each other in person only about every year and a half or more.
Family has always meant everything to me, and since I became suddenly single it has become that much more important; a caring support system that kept me together through some pretty dark patches. 
I've seen my Dad twice already in the last six months, and I'll be spending Father's Day with him tomorrow, for the first time in longer than I am embarrassed to admit. It is going to be special, and we are both looking forward to it.
Eight months ago I thought I had lost the only thing that mattered. Eight months later I have found that I have what matters, and then some.
*sigh* It's a silver lining.
