The reminders sneak up on me now. I don’t dread them the same way, yet they remain razor-sharp upon arrival.
I’m trying to type this through tears, and I’m happy to say I’m okay now. That isn’t to say that I don’t miss you terribly, especially on days like today.
But I feel you now. I couldn’t before, but I do now. At the edges of my mind, forever just out of reach.
In my heart, I know we’ve done this dance before, and we’re likely to do it again. For now, it’s the physical reassurances that I miss the most; your hands, your eyes. Your impossible spirit remains, carved from love and undeniable.
Happy Birthday, Dad. I love and miss you so much.