Yesterday, the 19th, was the one year anniversary of my dad, Chip's, passing. A day that crept up on me like the first snowfall every winter. I could pretend everything was fine until it was too tangible to ignore. The thing that has been so jarring to me in my entire process of grieving is how the version of me sitting here right now, a year and a day later, is so completely different than the person my dad said goodbye to that morning. I get lost thinking about how weird it