Today I’ve been thinking about things that remind me of you. Like, the sound of the garage door opening and how it meant you were home from the office. Or the sound your shoes would make when you’d walk through the laundry room and hall to your room. The scent of your cologne I’d smell when I’d give you a hug before dinner. The scratch on my cheek I’d get from your whiskers when you’d give me a kiss goodnight.

I was thinking of all these things today Dad, because it’s your Birthday. DUH.

I hope you had a GREAT day.

p.s. I didn’t have time to get you a present because I’m too busy being an independent orphan back here in the states.


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