Time has flown and it all still feels like yesterday. . .
The wound has healed but it still hurts.
My heart aches over the loss of my Father. Almost twenty five years later, I still miss him as much now as I did then.
Today would have been his 73rd birthday.
And I didn't remember it. A status from my brother on Facebook honoring our father on his day had me in tears.
How could I forget?
And then I start thinking, that isn't the only thing I have forgotten.
I don't remember what his voice sounds like.
I can no longer remember the date that he married Mom.
I don't remember the sound of his laugh or any mannerisms that may have stood out to others.
The harder I try to remember the more I seem to forget.
My memories of him are like an old photograph, faded and worn.
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| A handsome young man at 18. . . |
Love you, Dad. You are loved and missed by many, many people.
