Happy Birthday, Papa.
I really miss you. I still can’t believe you’re not here with us, physically at least. Sometimes I swear I know that you’re looking over my shoulder like you used to. Especially when I’m studying too hard or reading to much. Or even when I’m crying. I feel you when I’m sad and I’m ready to go to sleep. You make sure I smile a lot huh? Thanks for what you still do. And yes, I remember. Gosh, Pa. You would’ve been Sixty. It’s okay. At least you’re not tired all the time anymore. Keep me settled. I need you. But I know you live right here. In this big ol’ heart of mine. I love you, I love you so much. I think you made today a good day for me. I was in a great mood today, despite everything. And I think it was cause you were in the back of my head all day long. I even came up playing 13 today. That never happens. Oh, Pa. You know I picked 25 to be my powderpuff number? I did it just for you. Because of your birthday and your basketball number. See, I remember these things. Good looking out, Papabear. You’re the best.
