Happy Birthday Daddy … I love you and miss you every day …

It’s still almost impossible for me to believe that my father has been dead two years as of today. So close to Christmas, when the excitement flows and I finally seem to be almost settled into my new normal as a widow and a fatherless child. I realized earlier today that I’ve never actually gathered up the courage to write about that horrific day here. But I did write about it here.

I often catch myself thinking he’s off in Texas or some far off locale designing another oil rig. But he’s not. He’s dead and gone and the urn that holds his ashes is buried in a field that the rain pours down upon this morning. And knowing that he is really not here is the worst of it all.

I love you Daddy, and every day I miss you.

Today would have been my parent’s 44th wedding anniversary.

( tomorrow is my birthday, I can see you doing the math in your head. Shut up. I was born two years later. ; p )

They were only able to celebrate 42 years together, which will be the exact time I will have on earth as of tomorrow.

I cannot imagine 42 years with the person you love. Scratch that, I can, because I lived in it, I saw it, I felt it.

Thank you Mom and Daddy, for falling in love, for staying in love, and for giving me and our family a life made of win.

I love you both. Forever.

And always.