Today was my dad's birthday. I thought of him this morning, wished him
happy birthday, and could picture him, with that little smile he had
when he was pleased but a little embarrassed. He was such a good man,
and such a nice person. It's over three years since he died; sometimes
it feels like forever, sometimes like no time at all. The pain isn't as
sharp as it was, but it's still there. I still want him back. Of
course. Happy birthday, Daddy.
And while I was looking for a picture of him, guess who else I found?
Does Carlos think he is the first to be awakened by my camera?
He is not.
Sniffing and smiling. Happy weekend!
Hugs honey.
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ReplyDeleteSounds like a sweet trip down memory lane. And by coincidence, the matron of honor for the wedding at which I sang also had a birthday yesterday. (Too bad she kept writing her DOB on the checks she made out to pay me and my dad!)
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