Some yayhoo called the local rag to tell them that my dad was going to be featured on a program this Thursday nite called 'American Eats'. Okay that is nice, but local news slueth decides to come and talk with me. I'm not famous, I'm not Dad. I didn't create Charlie the Tuna. I'm just his daughter. And dammit I miss him now that I have to think of what to say when this reporter shows up. Personally? It is kinda nice for dad to be featured on TV. But I sorta don't want to go through the pain again you know what I mean?
Here I sit at the office looking at his pictures and I'm thinking I'm going to cry. I still miss him soooo much.