Happy Birthday Daddy...

The month of October was a bit emotional for me; October 13th was my dad's birthday. I remember when I was little, my sister could never remember my dads birthday so he come up with a creative way to where she would never forget. At the time, my sister was four years old so my dad asked her what number did she get when she added 1 and 3. "Four, like me!" she would exclaim. "Exactly," my dad would say. "Now, my birthday is October 13th, like when you add 1 and 3 together." "Ohhh," said my sister. It was as if a light bulb had came on in her head; and since that day, she never  forgot. 

Our father died in 2008 from a heart attack. He had been suffering from kidney failure for a few years, and often struggled with having energy for simple, daily tasks. He would always try to remain in good spirits, but I knew that he was tired and suffering inside. So, when he finally "went home to be with the Lord,"  I was a bit relieved. Sad to see my dad gone, but happy to know that he was no longer suffering. 

This post was just a way for me to further remember the great memories I was able to share with him on this earth. I feel peace about him not being here with us--for I know I will see him again someday. 

"Happy Birthday Daddy."

-Love, your little girl