A week or so ago, I wrote a post that required me to rip out a little of my own heart. But the response that I received was so overwhelmingly loving and supportive that I know posting it was the right thing to do. I felt a bit better. Just a bit.
Today, I am heartbroken again. It’s my daddy’s birthday.
He would have been 60 years old…a major milestone.
So regardless of the goodness that happens today, I am sad.
In fact, July is the hardest month of the year for me. His birthday is today and the anniversary of his death is at the end of the month. It will be 28 years since he’s been gone.
How is that even possible?
But it’s true. And at this point, all I can say is “Happy Birthday, Daddy. Wherever you are, may you know that you live everyday through the lives of your daughters.”