My birthday is in 2 days. I lost my dad a month ago. It’s just hit me that in 38 years, it will only be the 2nd time I don’t celebrate it with him. The first was when I was 5 and we relocated cities, so he went ahead to sort out our house. Everyone else always forgets or gets the date wrong, but dad always remembered, and is the first to message or call. Even that year he was away, he made sure I got a card on that day. Every year without fail. Except this year. I miss him.
