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Today is my Dad's birthday.
He would have 77 years old.
I continue to miss him
deeply.
There are so many memories I cherish,
and so much I wish I could have shared with him
during these past 20 years of my life.
I feel his presence
watch over me,
and I know in my heart,
he has been with me
during the precious moments
of my life.
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Every year,
on this day,
on this day,
for the past 20 years,
I write love notes
on a big, bright, balloon.
I hug it,
let it go,
sending it off with lots of love
as I watch it fade and disappear
into to the vastness above.
It continues to heal my heart.
My Daughter shares this ritual
of sending love up to the heavens
to her Papa.
It deeply heals my heart.
Today,
I celebrate my Dad.
Tomorrow,
I will celebrate my daughter's
12th birthday.
It will be a day of pure
JOY.
Note: My daughter started her birthing journey on my Dad's birth day, 12 years ago, today. She shares her birthday tomorrow with my grandmother (Dad's Mom) who is also gone. The connection of their birthdays fills my heart with JOY.
