As I sat in the reception hall, holding my beloved’s hand and watching Fahmi’s father cry as he gave his daughter away, my thoughts turned to my own father. Yesterday was the third birthday my dad did not celebrate. He would have been 67.
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*hug* I know the feeling.
Next Thursday will be the second one my dad didn’t get the chance to celebrate – he would have been 61.
I hate that, a lot. My love’s birthday is the day before my dad’s, and in some ways, that makes it harder.
Of course, the 15th is also IRS Day, which gives an added reason to hate the day. :-) Oh, and the day the Titanic sank – my dad really had a sense of timing!
I’ve often wondered how my life would have been different had I had any sort of father-person in it (My father took off before I was born-I’ve never met him). It’s only recently that I’ve not automatically distrusted & disliked every male I meet. I definitely think having one then losing them would be harder though.