My dad was born in Ireland in 1939... 68 years ago today. He was able to make it through 56 of those years before that evil bastard cancer took the rest of them. Today I wore the wedding band my mother gave him.
On this anniversary of his birthday I was missing him more than I have since he walked into the clearing at the end of the path.
Happy Birthday Dad. I love you and I miss how you made me laugh.
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