Today, my dad would have been 76 years old. In two weeks, on July 19th, it will be the fifth anniversary of his death. He barely looked 60. He should not have died. It was senseless.
What do I wish?
I wish that I weren't in Puerto Rico. I should be in New York. I should have a birthday gift and I should be heading to mom and dad's to celebrate his birthday.
Each year, every year..... five of us, our spouses and then with our own kids...... dad's birthday was our national holiday.
I love you, dad. And I miss you, so much.....
You're in my heart and your example continues to be the beacon that guides me.