It’s my Dad’s birthday today. He would have been 66.
There’s a lot that I’ve considered saying on here, having mulled over so many thoughts in the night. In the end though, I struggle to know what to say. There’s so much I could say and that I think, but…but the words falter. The ones that do show up, I delete instead. I’ll save the anger and bitterness at the world. I’ll resist the self analytical rambles as I try to get people to understand my brain. I’ll stick with the core of the matter.
I miss you so, so much Dad.