Today would've been my Dad's 72nd birthday. He's been gone closer to two years than one now. And mostly, it is what it is, at this point. But then days like today come along and the emotions get so raw again. Occasions like this drive home how much it still sucks. It's not that it ever doesn't suck, but I guess this far in, we've gotten pretty used to it. And today, I was back to having a lump in my throat all day. I just wanted to be able to call and wish him a happy birthday. I wanted to be able to hug him. I wanted to be able to celebrate his birthday with him, the way I celebrated so many others with him.
I just still miss him. That's what it comes down to.
No comments:
Post a Comment