My dad’s birthday

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.

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