Today is my father’s birthday.
I spent the morning visiting him, in many ways. I went to his grave, adorned it with new trinkets with my mother and sister. He would have laughed, and so we laughed – it was as he wanted. The rest of the morning I spent on old pictures, videos, messages. The hundreds if not thousands of little signs and wonders he left behind for us. I listened to his music.
I laughed as often as I cried. I can only miss him because of how wonderful his presence was. You can’t miss something you didn’t love. I remember that when I’m sad; sadness is a small price to pay for joy.
There is always light coming. For all I miss him, he added so much more, and still does,
Happy birthday, old man. I love you.
The Opportunity Machine 