I thought we had more time, is all. He brought our family to Disney World a bunch of times, though it involved lots of saving up and scrimping. When we were toddlers; when I was 8, 9, 11. Always for a week in the summer over my birthday. I wish I had more photos. I wish I could tell him my appreciation again. I remember eating Mickey-shaped pizzas (circa 2000, must've been QS) and having the time of my life in the pool. That my dad loved Test Track and all rollercoasters. I remember my dad taking me back to the resort when I got sick in the parks midday. And again on the monorail. And again back at the resort. He wasn't a perfect father. We didn't have a close relationship. Yet when I think of going back home for the funeral, all I can think is how I only want to see him, and how I thought we had time to become close one day. I was jazzed when the Cubs won the World Series last November. He's been a fan all his life, and seeing them finally win last year was everything. He told me afterwards he never thought he'd live to see his Cubbies win in his lifetime, but I'm thankful he did. Thanks for letting me cry and helping me smile, DIS pals.