It’s my dad’s birthday today. I think about him every day, but today… moreso.
At least he won’t be getting another disaster cake. That thing looked like a tire that’d been stuck in the mud — but it tasted good.
I stumbled across this the other day, the first picture taken of my dad.
I don’t know what he’s looking at, but I couldn’t help imagining he was staring off to the future, his whole life ahead of him. And now that story is finished, closed off.
Life is strange, and not altogether fair.
I love you, Dad, and I miss you.