Happy Birthday, Dad. This is the second year I’ll be wishing he was still here to celebrate. Not a lot I can say, other than I miss him every single day.
The weekly catch up via Facetime, most of it spent with his iPad pointing up to the ceiling.
His regular visits here to Italy, watching him walk around the garden in his tartan slippers.
His advice on all kinds of stuff, debates on politics, winding me up to get on my soapbox.
His laughter at his own jokes, usually after he’d forgotten the punch line a number of times.
His never ending belief in me as a person and more so as a writer. He was my greatest fan.
The first man in my life left such an impression, he will never truly be gone. Always in my heart. ❤💖