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.
