Today my father would have been 53. That's so crazy to think about...
When I was young I remember walking home from school and thinking about every second of every moment that you miss once you pass.
"My dad didn't get to experience this moment...or this...or this."
I had this crazy fixation with thinking about the minute his life just stopped and the rest of the world just kept spinning. Now I know different. I know he's still with me all the time. I can feel him from time to time. I see feathers all over the place and I say hello to him (out loud). The weird thing is he was 31 when he passed. Now that I'm 31 it's a bit weird. I'm about to surpass my dad's time on this earth...That's just weird to me.
Happy Birthday Dad. You're missed, but never forgotten!