Happy Birthday, Daddy

May you rest in eternal peace.

Sunday was my dad's birthday.
Sad.
Why?
Because I forgot.
How'd I remember?
An hour after having a major blow out with my mother.
Even sadder.

You know, God has a way of sending messages to us. Its not ever easy to pick up the message. Even the most spiritual or philosophical of minds miss them. I think for me, its takes something to literally smack me in the face to realize it.
Literally.
I'm sure that's probably what mommy wanted to do to me that morning.
*shrug*

Later that day, I shared with my daughter that it was his birthday. She stopped reading. Looked at me with an expressionless face, and said, 'But mommy, he died. We can't have a party.'
I smiled.
Told her that I know. And that she was right and that I was just telling her.
Then, this time with a smile, 'Well, mommy, don't be sad. I'll draw a picture.'
She's 6.
Innocence and discovery is what fills her mind. I hope its never lost.

Anyway, I've lost my train of thought. Could be cuz its 5:54am and the 'going to work' anxiety has kicked in.
So, I'm out.