Has it really been a year?

Has it really been a year since Dad left home? Seems hard to believe. As my children and I lie around the house with various forms of sickness this weekend, we have turned to one true source of entertainment...old home movies. What a treasure! To see Dad whole, with a full face and twinkle in his eye, to hear his voice, but most of all to hear him laugh, oh his glorious, contagious laughter!...it brings a smile to my face and a sting to my soul.
I even have a short clip of him just six months ago, it shocks me to see his decline since then. But that clip is still a treasure nonetheless as I have filmed him praying.
This kind of grief is so strange...it's like he's already gone, but I still have the privilege to be able to hold the warm hand of the man who is my father. Not the father I have known, but he is still my father, regardless.
It's been over a week now, since I've been to see him....boo, illness, go away!! Although, truly, for those we love, can anything, even death itself, ever separate us?