I never know when it’s going to hit me.
This morning I was on a recumbent bike in the cardiac rehabilitation center when it did.
I looked up and saw the date on the TV.
He would have been 64 today.
And here I am surrounded by bullet dodgers.
I hold back tears but well up.
Joy comes over and checks my blood pressure.
My focus speeds back through the last few months.
My surgery. My sisters surgery. My step mom’s death. Her funeral. Her eulogy.
The pictures of us and all of his stuff we went through.
He would have been 64.
He was 42.
I will be 40 in a week.
I continue to pedal.
Thankful for being here.
Still I miss him and will for a long time.
Until we meet again.
Happy Birthday dad.