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's the handsome guy in the middle.
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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