Today, Tuesday December 7th

Today is Pearl Harbor Day. It's also my dad's birthday. He's not here to celebrate another one this year as he just passed in August. I woke up this morning thinking about him and wishing he was here so I could call him up and wish him another happy one. Today is a very hard day for me. 

He was the only parent I've had since I was 15 when my mom passed away. I am next to the oldest of 6. My older sister, who is 11 years older than me, was my mother's daughter when mom and dad married. In essence I was my dad's first child. I was most like my father, in build and looks. I inherited his 'non-stinky' feet. :o) We talked about that a few years ago. That was the last time he drove up to see me for a week. It's strange because I remember the hug when he left so well, it was a really tight hug. I can still feel it.

Last week here at work I was looking in my emails for a certain email and came across two archived telephone messages from my dad. He had called on my last birthday twice and left me a message both times. Obviously it upset me because there was dad's voice, same as always, except the voice is now gone.  I have an eternal birthday phone call from dad.

The pic you see is some of my desk eye candy, and a pic of dad, taken about 2 weeks prior to his passing, with my niece and great niece. I couldn't look at this pic for a few weeks after bringing it to work after he left us. I can look now, but not long. It gets better each day.

If your parents are still around, hug them as much as you can, they won't be here forever. And with the words said by Elizabeth Edwards as reported on tv last night 'The days of our lives are numbered. We know that.'  Yes, we do and are reminded of it all the time.

I love and miss you greatly dad. Happy Birthday!
TTFN
Kat
xoxo