Today is my Dad's birthday. He would've been 63.
It's a weird sort of day. Not really different than any other day, except that it makes me think of past birthdays and what we would be doing today, if he were still here.
The last birthday gift I got for him was a sweatsuit, because when he was sick he was always cold. I thought it was a practical gift. He died before he ever got a chance to wear it. So I returned it, even though that seemed strange. I'm pretty sure the lady behind the register just thought I was strange for crying over a return of a sweatsuit.
And that's as far back as I can remember. I can't remember what we did the birthday before that, before he got sick. It's sad how memories work. When they aren't explored and thought of, they quickly fade. Even when I don't want them to. Even when I thought I would remember them forever.
It's been raining nonstop today. I do recall that last year on his birthday, it was raining as well. I don't really feel gloomy, unless I start dwelling. I don't think some memories were made to dwell on.
And so I remember, and celebrate, and cherish the memories of a man who always had something to say to everyone he met, who laughed often, and who cherished his family. One day, there will be a sweet reunion in heaven. With lots of talking.
Happy birthday, Dad. You are greatly loved and missed.
Jesus said, "In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33
I remember the last BD gift I bought him, also. He wasn't feeling good so I drove to Lowe's and bought him a lounge chair to match our table/chairs so he could lay down on the porch. I wanted to get two so we could both rest on our chairs but they only had one left. I don't remember him laying on it much but I always think of him when I look at that chair.
Posted by: MiMi | September 26, 2009 at 08:57 PM
Thinking of you, Megan. Hoping that your sweet, fun, and cherished memories will find you and make you smile.
Posted by: Amber | September 26, 2009 at 09:08 PM
Happy Birthday Dad! We love you and miss you so much.
Posted by: Jonathan | September 27, 2009 at 08:41 PM
Missing Randy too. And Papa. What a weekend for memories. There's a line in an Andrew Peterson song: "The aching may remain. The breaking does not." Still aching with you.
Posted by: Beth | September 27, 2009 at 09:16 PM
Whenever I hear you talk of your dad it to so evident how much you loved him. It's so good that you write about him to celebrate his life and cherish your memories. Praying for you and your family as you miss him.
Posted by: Renee | September 27, 2009 at 11:28 PM