This will be your second birthday that you will not be here in your corporeal form. As your birthday nears and I see the date growing nearer, I am served this constant reminder.
Has it gotten easier since we lost you in the physical world? No. Absolutely not. Has the intensity of the grief subsided? Definitely. However, I still think about ya every day. Sometimes with a smile. Sometimes with a hint of sadness.
I do know that you would have been proud of me. You said it to me not long before you moved on, and I hold onto those words dearly. I can only imagine how proud you would be of me now, knowing how I achieved even more goals in the last year. You would radiate pride, and I have a feeling you still do just from up above instead.
This was a tough one to write, but I want a way to celebrate your birthday and your life. I want people to know how proud I am of you and what you mean to me. I want your memory to live on well into the future.
So, just like the old days, when I would call you and jokingly bust your balls, I wanted to say, “Happy birthday, ya old fart!” I love you, Dad, and I miss ya.
-The Caring Counselor