Today is my Dad's birthday. He would have been 64 years old. Perhaps this is why in the past few weeks I've been seeing his face a lot, actors, people walking down the street and even random strangers at the grocery store. It's odd and difficult but at the same time, it's also kinda nice too.
Here is what I wrote last year on this day, Sugar Pa.
I miss his calm soothing voice, his blue eyes, his silly and at times annoying cough, his long talks with me about the Beatles or the importance of stamps, his incessant Diet Dr. Pepper drinking, his bushy eye brows that my mom would brush from time to time and so much more.
Quite simply, I miss my dad.