Damn Hormones

Was watching peter rabit with my daughter and for some reason I went back to an easter when I was a kid. My dad took me and my older brother to cvs when we were probably 7 and 8 and told us to grab the biggest baskets we could find and fill it with whatever candy and toys we wanted. Now my dad didn't have a lot of money but he would save up for every holiday so that he could make it memorable for us. I remember me and my brother running through to aisles like madmen and my dad just smiled and didnt care what people thought of his crazy family but if we made a mess he would tell us to clean it up. We got every cool candy and gadget you could think of and when we went to check out it was over 200 dollars and he didnt bat an eye. Thinking back now that I'm a parent I realize he did so much for us. And now that he's gone when I have random thoughts of him I get sad but now that I'm pregnant with what would have been his second grand baby whenever I think of him I bawl like a baby.

No one has to reply, this is just my hormonal rant.