Birthdays In Heaven
I haven’t written in awhile… Im at place in my life where words often escape me. Today is heavy. He should be here. As I get older and the world gets more crazy there is so much clairty in the fragility of life. Losing my Dad so suddenly only drove that clarity home. I keep waiting for the sadness to pass. I keep waiting for the depth of missing him to ease. I keep waiting for the dreams to suddenly stop. None of it has and there is a part of me that is so very, very grateful for that. Somehow, those things have become a comfort to me as the years have passed. Like an old, tattered blankie. Sometimes we hide it and it isn't very pretty, but brings us comfort just the same. I know “he would want me to be happy”. To “not be sad”. And yet just as my sister and I always discuss; had the roles been reversed he would be exactly where I am today. Sad and missing us. Is there more happy than sad? Of course. I have a lot to live for. I am an example to my children and whil