Today is my birthday. It’s the first one where I won’t get a call from my Dad. I should have already gotten a card because he liked to send them early. He was never one for writing his raw thoughts (like me), but he did know how to pick out a card. This is the last birthday card I got from Daddy:
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My Daughter
If I could gather up
all the smiles, laughs,
memories, and pride
that you’ve brought me
through the years
and give them back to you,
I would.
Maybe that way you’d understand just what it means
to have a daughter like you
and why you’re one
of the most important things
in the world to me.
Alicia,
No one could ever
love a daughter
and believe in her more deeply
than I love and believe in you.
Happy Birthday
Love,
Daddy & Mia
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I miss you, Daddy. I miss you every second and with every breath. I love you. You’re my Daddy and my best friend and my favorite person. Always and always and always and forever.
Thanks, John. Honestly I was planning on celebrating quite a bit. Not just for my entry into the world but because (now that I’ve seen his passwords to every freakin’ thing) I know that March 28th 1982 was one of the happiest days of my Dad’s life. And that warranted a celebration in my opinion.
It didn’t really end up that way, but that’s okay. I’m optimistic I’ll get to try again next year.
I will refrain from writing to wish you a “happy” birthday, as your post doesn’t seem to warrant such a greeting.
But I offer you well-wishes and good thoughts on the anniversary of your entrance into the world nonetheless.