Father's Day

So, I started the day out thinking about my daddy. He passed way 9 months ago. We weren't "close", and to be honest, I didn't talk to him much. I did; however, call him on Father's Day; but today, I couldn't do that. It's been a day of reflection for me. The thing is, the memory embedded in my mind are of his last days. I try not to let this be my memory of him, and maybe this will go away with time, but every time I think of him, that's what I see and remember. Sometimes these memories just hit me out of the blue, when other days I don't think about it at all. I guess that's just the way it is; and maybe it will always be that way. It's just hard sometimes.