If you were still here, we’d certainly have plans today.
You’d be 82 now, so I would drive to you and we’d probably eat Mexican food. And you would make jokes about your health and I’d laugh while secretly hoping things aren’t getting too serious in that department.
You’d listen to me ramble on about the kids and when I listed my failures and insecurities, you’d point out my strengths and successes.
The day would go by way too fast and I would choke back the tears when it came time to drive away, if you were here today.
Some people remember you on Father’s day because you were an amazing Dad and grandpa. Others remember you during the holidays because of the soothing way you always read the Christmas story from the Bible. Some people love to think of you at Halloween because of the amazing haunted house you used to create. But me, I think of you on April the 9th.
I wasn’t supposed to be born until May, but I know exactly WHY God brought me early. I was meant to be born on your birthday.
And we shared 27 wonderful birthdays before you went on… But if I’m being honest, you didn’t go away. You’re still here. And I still think of you all the time. And even though I can’t reach out and touch you, I can feel you all around.
I’m so torn between the laughter and the tears, but I know you’d challenge me to laugh. So maybe I’ll have a sopapilla in the name of Birthday Buddies and I’ll tell myself what you would say if you were sitting there across from me today.
Happy birthday Softy. Our day is the one gift I’ll hold forever.