Today already sucks.
It’s midnight.
The first June 1 of my life I haven’t been able to either hug or call my Dad for his birthday. I had to stay awake to wish him a happy birthday through my tears before going to sleep. Man, I miss him.
I hope they have ice cream cake in heaven.
We’re making him some sweets today and will sing to him out on the deck. That’s where Primo thinks Grandpa Jack can hear him best; I think because he can see the sky from there.
Happy Birthday, Dad. We all love you & miss you more than you could possibly imagine. Be sure to listen for the really cute little voices singing to you today.
This picture is of my Dad three years ago today, just a few days before we left for his big surgery. (Those archives have been deleted, so the link is to a similar post.)
He loved birthdays, he loved parties, and he loved ice cream cake.
Any cake, really.
Funny thing?
He was in his underwear in this picture, and I had to crop it out. If you knew him, you’ll know how typical and funny that is. He was never much for pants at home. That made me smile.
June 1st, 2009 at 4:31 am
aww BIG HUGS!!!!!!!!
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June 1st, 2009 at 8:47 am
I bet the have the biggest and best ice cream cake, ever, in heaven! I am sure he’s very happy and up there waiting patiently for those beautiful little voices.
Happy Birthday to your dad! I hope he’s up there happy and in his undies!
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June 1st, 2009 at 3:14 pm
smiles are good. sending hugs your way!
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June 1st, 2009 at 9:00 pm
My Dad was the same at home always = no pants. Happy Birthday to your Dad and big hugs to you.
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June 1st, 2009 at 9:11 pm
Your dad sounds like my kind of guy. Pants? Pshaw! Who needs ‘em?
Happy Birthday to your Dad. I know you miss him. And though he’s not physically here to share his birthday with you, you share a little bit of him just by being you. He’s a part of you. He’ll always be with you.
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