I've been a little melancholy this past week and I've been wondering why. Then yesterday, I realized today would be my dad's birthday, and I knew why.
He had been in the hospital for three weeks, and then he died. My mother, as well as my brother and sister, were there with him. None of them called to tell me that he was in the hospital. And none of them called to tell me he had died.
Even though I no longer carry that gut-wrenching anger I had at the time that was directed at my mother, brother and sister, I still find myself feeling sad every once in awhile. I think it's because sometimes I just miss him.
Sometimes I just miss him.
So here we go… all together now…
Happy Earth Birthday, Dad!