Today would have been my dad’s 72nd birthday.
I keep stopping myself from calling him. Well, not actually reaching for the phone, but mentally reminding myself to call.
It has been 7 months since he went to heaven.
I miss him. Lots.
Funny – I was good in the beginning, but it seems like the grief is getting worse. It’ll get better, though.
It is when it comes from nowhere – just out of the blue, a pain shoots through like my heart is breaking. Then, I cry. Then, it’s over.
I don’t care what anyone says – yes, it is great I get to see him again, but this… this was not fair. So much was lost. Not just now, but before he was sick, while he was sick, and now after his death.
There is no way I would wish him back, though. He is perfect now, no battles to fight. I can deal with my sadness for that trade-off.
Anyway – enough of that.
Happy Birthday, Dad. I know you are too busy with your mom and your sister, and talking with Jesus to even care. But, I’ll say it anyway. Love you. Miss you.