It was your birthday the other day, the first birthday since you died.
I didn’t think it would bother me, that it was your birthday, but the pain of losing you is too much.
It was going to be a special day for you. You were going to retire on that date. You always did find ways to tie important events to certain dates in your life.
For me, though, it marks the first birthday when I didn’t get to watch you open a present that I picked out for you, or to see you read the card I bought you. I would always look over many cards until I found just the right one. I would write a message inside it. “You are a GREAT, Dad. Happy birthday. Love always.”
This year I got you two cards. I think you would like them. The first is Larry the Cable Guy. On the front, it says “When it comes to being a great Dad, you sure know how to… ” Then you open the card, and you hear Larry the Cable Guy say “Git R Done!” I laughed when I saw that card.
The second card says: “For my Dad. A father’s love. Sheltering like a great oak tree that children love to climb. Solid like a mountain that stands tall across all time. Deep like ocean water. Wide like cloudless skies above- there’s strength and reassurance in a father’s lasting love. I can always depend on your love and support, and I value your wise point of view. You’re the greatest of fathers, the finest of men, and Dad, I’m so thankful for you. Happy birthday.”
I also got you a dozen red roses and put them at your grave.
I miss you so much. I hope that wherever you are, you know how much I love you and that I thought you were a great Dad.