Today is my Dad's first birthday since he died in March. I don't feel as bad as I thought I would today.
Maybe it's because The moment I opened my eyes I was staring at his high school portrait from 1960.
The first words that came out of my mouth were, "Happy Birthday Dad." and I felt OK.
Today I'm taking him (his box of ashes) with me to the beach, then we're ging to the Getty, and then dinner with a few of my friends at the Koji truck and if we're not too pooped, perhaps we'll go see Inception at the ArcLight.
I figured that instead of moping around, I would get out and we could enjoy ourselves as if he were NOT in a box on his Birthday. Call it denial but I think It'll be fun.
Maybe it's because The moment I opened my eyes I was staring at his high school portrait from 1960.
The first words that came out of my mouth were, "Happy Birthday Dad." and I felt OK.
Today I'm taking him (his box of ashes) with me to the beach, then we're ging to the Getty, and then dinner with a few of my friends at the Koji truck and if we're not too pooped, perhaps we'll go see Inception at the ArcLight.
I figured that instead of moping around, I would get out and we could enjoy ourselves as if he were NOT in a box on his Birthday. Call it denial but I think It'll be fun.
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