It should be a happy day; it was once. It’s my dad’s third birthday since he passed, I think. I’ve lost count…that whole part of my life is a blur. What is it now? His un-birthday? My kids won’t even remember it…I don’t remember my grandfathers’. I miss him. I normally work from home on Fridays, but I found an excuse to go to work so I don’t have to be alone with my thoughts all day.
My good friend is doing the fade on me. I really have to go “no contact” on him. What a day.