Birthday Wishes

Today would have been my dad's 70th birthday.  There would have been a party.  We would have driven to my parent's house to celebrate.  He would have opened up gifts he didn't need, swam with his grandsons, and finished his day eating his cake, moose track ice cream, and milk in bowl without my mother saying anything about him checking his blood sugar, (for once).  He probably would have had a good, strong drink of whiskey too at the end of the day and I would have been able to hug him and tell him I loved him before leaving to get home.

But instead we're all having a toast to him without him.  My brothers and sister are sharing it with my mother hundreds of miles away while I'm still here in crazy Florida where my parents used to live waiting to get the hell out of here.  They've gotten closer while I been here keeping in touch long distance missing what I used to have, and worried about not having that bond in the future.  Loss seems like a true reality now and I just want to hold onto to people I love even tighter.  That's all that matters.