I Miss You Dad

In my family, October, is the birthday month. Within six days, we celebrate seven birthdays.

For nearly every birthday of my life, I had a picture with my father — our birthdays are two days apart.

My father taught me how to ride a bike, how to be tough, how to not get stressed out, how to fix things. He taught me how to work with my hands and how to use tools. My dad taught me that there was always a solution for every problem.

My dad taught me to keep things that are important because you never know when you want to use them again. My dad taught me how to play catch and how to hit a baseball. He worked with me when I needed help and he stayed up with me late when things weren’t going well.

He cleaned up my mess when I was sick, he laid down the law when I was wrong, and he shaped me to become who I was. He drove me everywhere. Then he taught me to drive a car.

He had patience. He taught me how to keep things in perspective.

He was proud of his two sons. He wanted them to both be great. He was even prouder of his grandsons. He loved picking them up after school and taking care of them. I loved seeing him with them.

Last year was the first year that I didn’t get a picture with my dad. Yesterday was the second birthday that I did not get to spend with him.

Birthdays are celebrations for most, but for me they are a little bit bittersweet.

I miss you dad.

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