Today my dad would have been 67 years old. He was taken too soon after a long battle with lung cancer. I had intentions of writing a long post about how much he meant to me, but emotions seem to be getting the best of me today. I think I’ll keep these thoughts and memories close to my heart. So here are some pictures of the man who helped bring me into the world.
He was a good man. He was not perfect, but hey who is? He loved me so much and I will never forget the way I felt when he hugged me tight. He was really good at giving hugs. He made you feel like nothing else mattered except for the love shared in that hug. Damn I miss those hugs. I miss my dad. I suppose it’s somewhat comforting knowing someone is up there looking out for you as morbid as that sounds. I feel his presence. I felt him with me the day Lola went in to the neurologist for the very first time. I begged him to help her get through it, to help me get through. And thankfully he did. I love you dad. Happy Birthday.
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