Today my dad would have turned 70. It’s been almost two years since he died, and I’m still blown away by how much I miss him. I know everyone in my family does too, but we don’t often talk about it. The comment below on yesterday’s picture of the day really drove that point home, though.
I don’t know if this can be moved to the front page with a picture of a glass of scotch on the rocks (lots of rocks) but for my one and possibly only appearance on the Sweetpea’s Garden blogging network, I would just like to raise a toast to Dad — on what would have been his 70th birthday.
I miss him all the time.
Here’s to you…
This is from my brother, who neither comments on the blog nor regularly writes anything longer than a sentence. That he did both today is more meaningful than I can express.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
And Bri, good idea on the Scotch photo. I’ll work on that when I get home tonight.