My dads birthday came and went a couple days ago and it hit me pretty hard. This is the first one since he died.

5 of these pictures I never even saw till he died, my mother would not talk about my dad, I think she resented that I was Daddy little girl.

We had an unscheduled family gathering when I was really sick and before I was diagnosed, I am sure you can see how pasty and white I am in one of the photos. I barely remember any of it.

My sons got to meet my dad at least before he died. I miss him. I know this is scattered and not much of a post, my mind is everywhere right now.