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Emotional Milestone: My 48th Birthday and Father’s Legacy

I am turning 48 tomorrow, the same age my father was when he passed away, and this realization brings up a wave of emotion within me. It fills my heart with both reflection and gratitude, constantly reminding me of how young he was when he left this world. He had so much potential, yet his time was so fleeting, leaving behind a legacy of love and strength that continues to resonate within our family. As I think about the hardships he faced, I can’t help but wonder how anyone could expect to live longer than he did, given the immense challenges life presented to him. I often feel a profound longing to connect with him, to let him know that I’m doing my best; I truly hope he’s watching over my mom, my brother, and me. I want him to take pride in both me and my brother as we navigate life without him, carrying forward the values and lessons he instilled in us. My heart aches with the wish that I could hear him assure me that everything will be alright, that there’s no need to worry or second-guess my choices. The comforting thought that we will meet again in another universe, sharing laughter and stories once more, brings me solace. It’s truly surreal to be the same age he was at his passing, and I often find myself pondering what he might have accomplished or how our lives would have been had he been here with us. I love and miss you, daddy, forever and ever….happy birthday to me.

My dad and I, summer of 1980.

Remembering My Father: 36 Years Later

Today marks the 36th anniversary of my father’s passing. A lifetime has passed, yet not a day goes by without my thoughts turning to him. It still feels like yesterday, but I’ve known for a long time that this kind of pain never truly fades. It has left an eternal mark on my soul, my essence, my life. My childhood came to an end on the day he died. Whenever he crosses my mind, the devastated child within me starts shedding endless tears. The pain is so raw, I can almost reach out and touch it. I often find myself wondering if he would be proud of my brother and me… proud of the people we’ve become, of our accomplishments, proud of his children who have done their best with the hand life dealt them. The memories we shared, the lessons he taught us, and the love he gave will always remain a guiding force in our lives. His absence is a constant reminder of the impact he had, not just on us, but on everyone who was fortunate enough to have known him. We hold onto the moments of joy and laughter, treasuring them as precious gifts that continue to bring warmth to our hearts. As time moves forward, his spirit lives on through the love, kindness, and resilience he instilled in us. He will forever be a part of us, shaping our choices, influencing our perspectives, and inspiring us to live our lives with the same grace and compassion that he embodied. We miss you so much, daddy. You may be gone, but you will never be forgotten.