This past Saturday was July 20th. My dad would have been 92 years old. He's been gone now for eight years. I'm not going to lie and me melodramatic but I will say I still miss him.
Since he passed away I have taken off on his birthday. I just don't care to be at work on that day. This time I went to Washington DC and spent the weekend. I am writing this on the train ride going home.
I still miss his face and his compassion. I miss his guidance, his values and his friendship.
I love you Dad
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