today he would have been 61 years old_ his birthday.
I would have called him and wished him happiness on this day. he would have given me that little chuckle and said “thank you baby, but it’s just another day." every year trying to convince me of that… always to no avail. that was him. never wanting the attention or any fuss made over him.
his plans would've probably included washing his truck_ piddling in his garden_ cutting the grass_ drinking some sweet tea_ eating jalepenos and dozing off to sleep in his recliner while being interrupted by bouts of snoring.
I remember today the good things and I miss him. sometimes when we have taken a new adventure or done something different I wish i could share it with him. he loved hearing about opportunities that had come our way. you could hear it in the way his voice would change in tone. and i wonder what it would be like for my kids to see him now. for him to see them. no longer as babes. but seeing their growth, seeing their change.
I wish he was here so we could celebrate his life together.
he was a builder_ a worker_ a man with callused hands.... he is my dad.