Remembering...

Yesterday was my father's birthday. He would have been 64 years old. I pause to remember his influence on my life and how his recent death has changed me.

I read something that seemed to be so appropriate to how I am feeling:

"Losing a parent means losing your history — losing someone who has known you longer than anyone else. The parent-child relationship is a bond you cannot replace that forms the basis for all your other relationships."

Happy Birthday Dad!