I think about all of the happy times, all of the ways that my dad made every day life so special. I think about the games, even the silly ones we would make up, and how much fun we had. I think about every single thing he did and said to make sure I knew how much he loved me in the most unconditional ways. I think about all of these things and I cry. I know I should be happy that I even had the chance to have him in my life at all, and I am. I am grateful beyond words. However I can't help but feel profound sadness that tomorrow when I am told "Happy Birthday," by friends and family, one of those voices won't be my dad's.
I love you, Papa. I miss you.