Today's my Dad's birthday. He would have been 88. It's been eleven years since we lost him and I still think about him every day. And each time I do, the memory of him brings a smile to my face
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A salute to your dad, and a hug to you. I know what you're feeling, or at least I can imagine: my dad's birthday is 11 July 1929, and he died 9 August 1998, so I go through this same thing every summer.
It does, Tiffany. I still miss him terribly, but the pain of losing him has faded for the most part, leaving wonderful memories and his voice in my head, teasing me when I deserve teasing and giving me strength and wisdom and courage when I need them.
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