Today is my dad’s birthday.  He would have been 71.  He was 43 when he died from a brain tumor.  Although it has been 28 years since he has past, that doesn’t mean that I have forgotten him.  I don’t know why but his birthday is always the hardest one for me.  More so than Father’s Day, the day he died or any of the other holidays he has missed.  I guess it is because in my family we make a big deal about birthdays.  There is no big party for him this weekend, instead we go to the cemetery.  It sucks.  The pain of losing a loved one is always with you.  I see my two girls and I get mad that he isn’t here to laugh and see them grow.

Life is good but sometimes it simply is not fair.

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  1. sunnybucket said: So sorry for your loss, sweetie.
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