My Dad

Yesterday was my Dad's birthday.  It was a gorgeous day.  Early in the morning, a former co-worker of his emailed me, saying my Dad would have loved today: the sun, the crisp air. He would have, indeed.

On Saturday night I talked with friends from the neighborhood.  Both of them are going through tough times with a parent.  And we all nodded in agreement that we were not the only ones, not the first ones, nor the last, to agonize over a parent.  It is, unfortunately, part of our lives.  Which isn't to say the pain of loss is any less.

I miss you, Dad.

Murphy's Day.