Thursday, June 4, 2009

32 . . . and a little blue . . .

So today is my birthday and it has now been one year since my father passed away. He's been on my mind since I woke up this morning. And I'd be lying if I didn't admit to crying a little bit. It's been on and off. I miss him. I miss him something awful. I have stop to ask myself, "Will it always be like this? Will each birthday be a mixture of melancholy and merriment? Will I keep counting the years until it's my time?" I hope not.

3 comments:

AK said...

I understand, but chin up, kiddo. Birthdays are for celebratin' and I'm sure your father would agree.

BonBon! said...

You are right. I guess that's why you're a superstar legal whiz and shit.

All in all . . . it was an ok birthday. Ok.

AK said...

"And shit" is right! ;) I'm glad it was "ok," at the very least.

Tina was right, what's love got to do with it?

Forewarning, this is going to be one of those meandering, personal blogs.  And I'm completely sober (though I have had a lot of coffee)...