Every February 7th, my mom, my sister, Rhonda, and I go out to eat in honor of my dad's birthday.
This year he would've been 65.
Last Sunday, Rhonda and I drove out to Harrison and took my mom to a local restaurant for brunch. We ate delicious food, talked and laughed, and reminisced about Dad. Mom told the story of the time she shrank Dad's wool sweater when they were first married and we laughed til we cried.
I hope he knows how much he's missed.