It was my father’s birthday a few days ago, it’s one of the hardest days for me because he passed away 6 years ago. Every year it gets harder and harder to believe how long he has been gone and how much of my life he has missed.
My children are both school age, and one of them he never even got to meet. My oldest barely remembers him, they sees pictures of him on our wall and tells me they can’t remember him. I breaks my heart.
I grew up believing my parents would die before I finished high school so it was amazing that they were able to be here a few years after that. I spend my young adult life taking care of them before they passed and I didn’t appreciate as much as I should have. I would kill for just one more year with them.