156 weeks, 4 days

I miss my Dad. He passed away on January 31st, 2020. Three years ago today.

About six weeks after his passing — the world changed. He didn’t have to go through all of that.

I’m grateful we could celebrate his life together — at a large extended family gathering — before the pandemic descended. I’m grateful I could sing “for him” at that celebration.

Dad’s family was “salt of the earth” — Irish, Canadian. Amazing people. So proud to bear the same last name.

The McMaths.
Back Row: Uncle Chuck, Uncle Pat, Edmond (Dad), Uncle Dave,
Front Row: Aunt Marg, Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Rose.