Today would be my daddy’s birthday. This picture of him was taken on Easter Sunday, 1954. It seems a good choice to use in this post, since this is Easter weekend. My brother was not born yet, but this is my sister and me (I am the little one) ready for church with daddy all dressed up in his suit. Isn’t he handsome! (Even with the wind kicking up his hair)
Today daddy would be 91 years old…in earth years. When is your birthday in heaven? If it is the day you die, then he would only be almost 12. It doesn’t matter to me. He was my daddy. I miss him. I love him and always will. There are great men in my life, my wonderful husband and a son that I am so proud of. My grandson is growing into a kind and caring young man. No one, though, can fill the void left by the passing of my dad. I know he is with me and I still talk to him…sometimes I still reach for the phone to give him a call!
I hope heaven is just what you hoped for, daddy. I love you still. Happy Birthday!