4 1/2 years and I still miss him.
4 1/2 years and I still wait for his afternoon call.
4 1/2 years and I still want to call him every week.
4 1/2 years and I still hear the words in my head.
4 1/2 years and I still wish it was a nightmare.
4 1/2 years and I still wish you could see your grand kids.
4 1/2 years and I can't believe it.
Tomorrow is my Dad's birthday. He would have been 66 years old. He loved the color red, riding his Harley, and loved spending time with his family. I miss him. I miss the way he would answer the phone, he never said "hello" it always sounded like "ye-llo" to me. If you called on Easter he would wish you a happy new year. He did that with every holiday. Every Christmas he would put something odd in our stockings, one year it was apples, the next year microwave pop corn. I can't remember him without his beard, I have seen the pictures but I can't remember him without one. I am glad he was around to see my kids, even if he only saw my baby girl for 3 months. I am happy that he was my Dad. I am blessed for him being there for my oldest when he was young. He was so proud of him. When my oldest son was 3 he went over to my Dad and said, after coming home from preschool, "Grandpa, I don't have a Dad." then he looked at my Dad and said "but you are like my Dad. You play baseball with me and do all Dad stuff."
I want to wish my Dad a Happy Birthday. Tell him I miss him everyday and I hope I make him proud. I love you Dad!
The above photo was taken by my parents on New Years 2006.
