Dad died on May 15th of 2005 from pancreatic cancer.
I am my Dad's daughter--we were cut from the same cloth, mannerisms, voice/speech pattern, the whole 9 yards. Even our baby pictures look almost exactly alike.
I think of Dad a lot.
Fortunately, Mom was busy today so she didn't dwell on it, though I know she misses him, too.
My brother called today 'cause he knew is was Dad's birthday. He said that he entered his old truck in a car show, not 'cause he thought he'd win anything, but in Dad's honor. Someday, he and my nephews will finish Dad's last project--a car that's still in our garage.
Dad would have loved his grandsons. I wish he'd had the chance to meet them.
Happy birthday, Dad.