Today would have been my late father's 68th birthday. I wish he was here for me to hug and tell him I love him as much today as I ever have. The last time I saw him I was leaving Memphis for Texas to spend Christmas with my husbands family. He was in his bedroom, I went in there to say goodbye and he hugged me and whispered he loved me. I will always be thankful those are the last words I heard him say. He will have been gone 12 years December 26 this year, but I can still hear his voice, remember the smell of his hair and I feel like he should be around somewhere for me to talk to when I need him, or just when I want peek in to see him sitting in his chair reading Popular Mechanics or the latest Radio Shack catalog.
I still ache that he isn't. I hope I never stop. I miss you Dad, I love you. Happy Birthday!!!