It's my dad's birthday tomorrow. He'll be 73. Dear Lord. I think things are finally turning around for him. He seems like he is more like the way I imagined him before my mom's death. He's never been that guy that my mom helped create. My mom hide a lot of my dad's more insane idiosyncrasies. Now I realize that they were a team that was great together and half the team was lost for a long time. Hell so was I. I wanted him to be the leader because I was falling apart. When he pushed me away I had no where to turn. I felt pretty angry. Here we are 4 years later. How the hell has it been this long? My Mom was suppose to live forever. It's a weird concept. She just stays who she was on that day while I continue my life and can't share it with her. There's moments when I feel pretty sad about this. My dad is not a sharing type of guy. Feeling are for other people.
So as I am far away from my dad.... 7 hours away.... it's hard to celebrate together. I am going to call first thing in the morning to make sure he remembers it's his birthday. (Oh and I sent a fruit basket just in case he needs to be reminded a second time!)