Happy Birthday, Dad. It stings my throat and blots my eyes to never be able to raise a glass with or tell you a terrible joke again. Past tense feels so wrong for someone so amazing. But all the superb memories live on forever and no number of passing birthdays can possibly ever change that. I love you to all the tiny edges of the universe and back.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
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I wore red today to cheer myself up that we were cheated out of Jim’s 70th birthday bash. But he never seemed old to me. Perhaps because he was so crazy.
It really would have been a planet shaking birthday bash! I miss him so much. Xo
Jim’s 70th birthday party would have been amazing … no doubt about it. Instead, mom, kev and I celebrated with a bottle of wine. Even though we miss him, there is still so much about him to be celebrated.