Today would be my dad's birthday. Pat, Robin and the kids came to town to time and we all went to the cemetery together. Diane even met us there. We brought flowers, balloons, and cupcakes (because what would a birthday be without cake). The kids sang happy birthday and released the balloons at the same time.
There is not one day that does not go by that I don't think about my dad. I think about what was and what might have been. I am thankful for time that we had together and that he got to know my son, but I will always wish that there could have been more time. But I guess the memories are what we need to hold on to.
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