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Saturday is my dad's birthday, he would have been 47. It's still really sinking in that he's not coming back. That I'm never going to see him again. Having to talk to people about him without crying. Seeing the way people look at my younger brother, and can see my dad in everything he does. I'm so fucking thankful I don't see dad when I look at Jordan. Anyways, back to Saturday. I'm spending the day with Jordan. We're going to the rodeo to watch a parade in the morning, and that night we're going to go downtown to see Sharks! On Fire! play. I'm... I'm going to be drinking, and I have no problems admitting that.