Yesterday was hard! My father would have been 84 years old on September 3rd. While we were not especially close, in fact we were rather distant... he is still/was my father and I miss him. I miss the fact that I cannot call and hear his voice. I miss that I cannot call and tell him about my week and month; fill him in on the horses and the shows that I have been too. Send him the videos that Doodle took of the shows so that he can watch my passion.
I am grateful for Doodle being there while I cried, cried for the times lost, for the memories that will not be made and for the times remembered.
I miss you Pa. Happy Birthday and I love you.