Thursday is my dad’s birthday. He would have been 68.
We celebrated by singing at his headstone over the weekend. We came in for a wedding. It wasn’t just any wedding, it was to celebrate the person who saw my dad last. Who tried with all his might to save dad. He will always carry a special spot in my heart. As Ben said (right as the wedding started), “Adam tried to save my PopPop!”
I know it was dad’s time to go. I just wasn’t ready for him to leave me. I wish I could rest my head on his chest, have him kiss my forehead and snuggle me just once more. His kisses were always wet. His hugs were always tight. Dad had his flaws, but his love was perfect.
Happy birthday daddy.