Happy Birthday Dad

I've read in a couple of places that three years is considered a rough average for the period of grieving following the loss of a loved one.  I've no idea, but if that is true, I would appear to be an exception.  Dad has been gone for over ten years, now; and there is not a day that goes by that I do not think about him, and regret his absence from my life.  I know that it is a wound that will never heal and a weight that I shall always bear.  He was my Father and he was my Best Friend.

Happy Birthday, Dad.  You are missed.