April 21st… The day my Papa was born. 28 years later he became my Papa. 81 years later he left this world. But, in that 81 years he left a very important mark. One that many will agree was a loving and inspiring one.
It certainly was for me.
Dad made me feel like the most special person in the world. I know he did this for others, too. And, he was sincere. He cherished bringing out the creativity in others and not letting us off the hook if we had “excuses”.
I miss his solid friendship, terribly, and would love to share a brandy with him on his birthday. I will celebrate him. And, reminisce about our laughs, our stories, our struggles, and our love.
Happy Birthday Papa…. love you.
(p.s. I could use some Papa energy right about now… could you send me some? I’ll meet you on Bowen Island in the afternoon.. 🙂
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April 20 was my dad’s birthday — April 21st was Mom & Dad’s anniversary. 89 and 61. I know what you mean, Trilby, missing your dad. I always have some kind of artery-clogging, calorie-dense-nutrient-free snack in honour of my father. Go wild! Love.
Oh Erin, …. I’m so sorry I’ve only just seen your comment. Thank you for sharing your special, heart wrenching dates, too. Yeah… totally justified to eat/drink whatever this day. Have another difficult anniversary upcoming. Hugs to you!
Lovely tribute Trilby. XO
Thank you, Dee… sorry for such a late reply. XO