April 27, 2013
Dad would have been 80 today. I miss him. I miss his funny humor. I miss him singing Christmas songs in the summer. I miss him tapping his shoes together when he was sitting in his favorite chair and you brought him ice cream or some yummy sweet treat. I miss seeing him look up at the full moon on a clear night – how he would study that night sky as if he saw something that I could not. I miss the way he smelled. I miss his smile. His enthusiasm for an adventure – even when it was a place we had been 100 times before, Dad always made every excursion like it was a first – he made things fun. I miss the way he hugged me.
Happy birthday. I love you, Dad. You are who I want to be when I grow up.