Today is my dad’s birthday. He would have been 78 this year.
I’m not sure what else to say. I miss his presence. We didn’t talk on the phone much. He didn’t have to see me or hear from me all the time. It was just enough that I check in on him. He wasn’t the type of person who would tell you he was proud of you. But I miss him all the same. It’s hard to believe it’s been more than seven months since he passed. I’ll be thinking about him today, that’s for sure.
Happy Birthday Pops.