sigh
January 27, 2008 by moriahjoy
Oh my. For various reasons, I had to dig out my birth certificate to make copies tonight, and as I am doing so, I start to read it, see my father’s name and age when I was born and just burst out crying.
He would have been 55 this year.
I miss him so much. So very much.
It’s crazy to me how little things can trigger your heart when you least expect it.
Some information confirmed, though. An Irish lass (part Irish) just missed being born on St. Patrick’s Day by 16 minutes. ;)
It’s like that; our dead stop by to visit at the least expected times.
Ahh, yes. (But eternally speaking, Dad’s alive and not dead, and one day, I look forward to embracing him again.) It’s in the here and now that I grieve his absence.