Remembering

Obviously I am a poor blogger. Oh well, that's life.

Today marks one year since my dad passed away. Overall, I am glad to have such great family and friends who have supported me, Emily, Lucy and my mom this year. Without them I don't know where I would be today. Thomas Anthony Pick was a great man, father and husband. Everyone has their flaws, but my dad was passionate and caring and loved with his whole heart. Together with my mom, the two of them set great examples for me and my sisters, and I am very fortunate to call myself their daughter. I'll never forget our good, long chats, going to the movies together, laughing, and waking up in the morning to him singing "Folsom Prison Blues". It hard this time of year to not think about how things were in the end, but I try not to. I am focusing on the good times and memories like how happy he was those weeks before he has the stroke. I know he is proud of us, and I am trying really hard to keep it that way. I love you and miss you, dad.

My family's dog Missy has gone missing. On Saturday I let her out like usual to go pee, it was around 10:30am. She never came back. One of our neighbors spotted her in their yard around noon that day, but that's the last anyone has seen on her. She could not have worse timing to disappear. We have gone out searching, placed a lost ad on craigslist, looked at the humane society and filled out at missing animal report. The odds aren't looking good. She's now been gone for 3 days. There's a lot of wilderness around here, there's really no way we would be able to search it all. I guess it was just her time. She had a good run, and we all miss her. I know I didn't see eye to eye with her all the time, but I miss her too. She was a good dog.