Happy Birthday Dad

dadckToday is my father’s birthday.  Unfortunately he passed away back in 1977 when I was 9 leaving me scarred for life.  I know you don’t care.  Everyone had one at one point and nobody gives a damn if yours is dead or alive.  But that’s not the point.

I don’t remember much about him and I miss him more than anything.  It sucks growing up without one.  I remember the day he died.  I was begging god to not let him die.  So much for that.  Something like that is not supposed to happen to me.  Still that’s not the point either.

I don’t know what the point is anymore.  I just wanted to pretend he’s still here and wish him a happy birthday.