Happy Birthday, Dad
Today is my dad's birthday. He would've been 83 today. I know he is in a wonderful place now, and so I'm not sad for him, just for me and my family. I miss him terribly...some days are worse than others. I miss being snarky with him, and I miss watching him and Chelsea together. He idolized her. Sometimes I go in his study at the Mom's house, and I can almost feel him there...sitting in his recliner, among all his books. Dad had some faults ( he could yell like a drunken Irishman), but I prefer to think of all the good things he gave me: my music, my sense of humor, and a razor-shart wit. So, happy birthday, Dad.