His birthday was last week....

I try to forget the sad days. Try to push them from my mind like a bad dream. I know a part of me will never forget. I relish the good memories but hate that its all so bittersweet.

My father is now 53, not much special about that to most I'm sure... just another year. For me its another year that he missed in my life, my kids life, his own life. I know he lived life to the fullest, but a part of me is still greedy. Still wishes for him to have more. For me to have more.

I know he lives on in me and in my children.......

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