Paul Arnold--born March 1, 1949 in Igloo, SD to Arnold and Maxine. Paul passed away May 8, 2004. I hadn't seen him since March or so and was due to see him that very day.

Every once in a while I find it valuable for me to write a little about my father. I suppose it helps me with the continual grieving process of which I'm going through--maybe it helps me to feel as though he's not forgotten. I often wonder if he'd be proud of where I am and where I've been--the choices I've made and how I've changed over the last nearly seven years since his death. I wonder if there'd be a particular day of the week we'd talk more than others (Sundays sound as though they'd make a good catch-up-with-your-dad kind of day). When we talked--I'm sure we'd discuss things big and small. Everything from theology to news from the technology world. Although an odd question--I wonder if he would have gotten a smart phone. I wonder if his insightfulness would have allowed me to make some choices differently or helped Meghan and me decide one thing or another. I wonder how often he and Mom would come to visit and what those visits would consist of. I ask myself how special it would have been for Annelise to be baptized and later confirmed by him. I wonder what the 'special connection' that Dad would have had with her--he seemed to have one with each of the grandkids.

I think I've typed and deleted a conclusion to this blog post 6-7 times. It seems as though I get started and then I just fall off. I run out of things to say or have some weird (irrational) fear that I'll sound corny or dorky so I'll just end it like this:

Dad, I miss you!