I forgot it was my dad's Birthday 😳 nothing abnormal there 😏 he NEVER made a big deal about it. It was in the middle of summer when my mom's side would always go on vacation. It was hard for me to remember as a kid and almost impossible as a shitty too-cool-to-care teenager. Now is so so different.

Since he died, I make it a point to remember each Birthday. I miss being able to call him, give him wishes for the new year. Maybe buy him a gift that he would have told me ahead of time to not waste my money on. And I definitely miss hearing him say a version of: "what the fuck, it's just another day! You live and you die" 🤷‍♀️
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At market today, a friend and I were talking about healing our ancestral lines and my Dad's spirit came rushing in to stand by my side. So fast it was disorienting and almost took my breath away. He's not around much these days, busy doing work where he is needed, but the moment I called on him... he came to be with me.

I got home and because of a family members FB post, I saw that is his Birthday.

It's funny/weird/not at all coincidental that things work out like this. Little reminders from our loved ones pop up whether we're looking for them or not.

So here we are on his 50th Birthday-- the last picture of us together-- only 3 months before he died (side note the day before he died he told me that he always loved Brandon because he doesn't care what anyone thinks and he's not a pussy 🤣). One from when I was just born. One from a mid-80s Christmas where he just looks so happy and handsome. One from potty training. One from my Holy Communion when he took his hat off, fake flipped his hair, and told my mom he was ready for his close up 😎 and just the two of us, side by side, same intensity and goofiness and broad working shoulders and kind hearts ❤❤ miss you Daddy