This past week my dad would have celebrated his 84th birthday. He died unexpectedly in 1998, without me being able to say goodbye. Or that I loved him. Or that I was sorry for causing many sleepless nights due to my antics. I'm thankful for being able to spend the day before with him... although I often kick myself because if I had paid attention that day, I would have seen signs of things to come...
I really am so much like him. Quiet and reserved for the most part (although there are those who would argue that point!). I like to drive fast, and I have a fondness for the smell of racing fuel. I have his eyes. I love the quiet as he did.
Anyway. I know that I have a good person looking out for me... and sadly probably taking notes on what I've been doing over the years.
♥ to you dad. Happy birthday.