This morning, I helped coach/walk my kids' soccer game at a local middle school. It was really great seeing them in a new environment, where they weren't stressed out about school. They were so excited to see me, one girl even gave me a hug! It was really endearing and heartwarming. I'm sitting here at Starbucks now, and someone dropped a dime in front of me. I had a weird urge to pick it up, as I do most dimes nowadays, because they're a sign from my father, that he's watching over me. I picked up the dime, and it was head's up! Like all the other dimes I see that remind me of my father. Maybe it's because he's proud of me for working with kids and realizing my passion. He used to coach me in soccer when I was younger (I was never very good! In fact, I hated soccer). Times like these, I miss him the most. A lot of the kids at my game today had support from their mom's and dad's, but I was alone, without anyone. My dad gave me the world growing up, and now I feel as though I have an empty hole in my heart where he once was. I wish one day I could be half the amazing father he was. I'm starting to realize how exhausting work can be, and he never complained about it. He always took the time to take me to different events, and spent copious time with me, always. He was supportive, loving and caring.

The Field - Then It's White (off of Looping State of Mind)