Today my dad would have been 59 years old. I woke up thinking about him and wishing he were here. I regretted not showing him more just how much I loved him. But then a thought crossed my mind...he knows because he's seen me grieve.
Tonight my mom is coming over for dinner and birthday cake. I can't imagine how much pain this day might bring her or the struggle she goes through every day waking up without him. She has been much stronger than I could've imagined she would be.
I really don't have much else to say right now. I just wanted to acknowledge his birthday.
I miss you and love you with all the pieces of my still shattered heart, Dad. Happy Birthday.
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