Today would have been my Dad’s 76th birthday. He’s been gone for about 18 months now and while I don’t feel his loss as acutely as I used to, I still feel it. The funny thing is I actually feel him around me more now than I used to. I still miss being able to pick up the phone and call him whenever I get the urge. I used to do that quite often, especially when it was a call about the latest idiocy from some government or large business. He was so interested in the workings of these monoliths and how the right hand often didn’t know what the left hand was doing.
He would have loved this past weekend. We were at a family wedding of one of my cousins, a niece he was particularly fond of. She’d lost her Dad, my Dad’s old brother, in the mid 90’s so another uncle walked her down the aisle. I can imagine that if Daddy had still be alive, he would have proudly stepped in for his brother. The reception was wonderful with a really good band. Dad would have been up the whole night dancing with my Mom. They were great dancing partners having had so many years together to practice. I love watching couples who have been together forever, there is no awkwardness in their dancing, they follow an easy pattern that is so indicative of their marriage. I was sad for my Mom that she’d lost her partner but plenty of friends and family picked up the slack and she rarely rested.
I know it was Mother’s Day yesterday and I’m supposed to be lauding my Mom. I am thankful for all she’s done and still does for me. But my Dad was a pretty important guy to me and his birthday is a day that is very special. Forgive me a bit of self indulgence. Happy Birthday Dad. Miss you more than I can say.