The end of a journey.

I am closing my store because my dad just passed away. He was sick for quite some time so it wasn’t a shock. It still surprises me though at how weird it feels, it is so final, the story is done, no more chapters to tell about his life. Probably some of my fondest memories of my dad revolve around being an Indian Princess with him when I was a child. I think the organization was similiar to girlscouts, but instead of badges we got feathers and rocks. It was through the YMCA and we would meet about once a month with our dads at night, do a craft, have a snack, and basically just hang out. It was one of the few things I did with just my dad… Hopefully he is in a happy place now hanging out with his railroad friends or watching a CSI marathon…