Today is my father’s birthday.
He would have been 83.
He passed away in 2011 and the world moved on but his blue eyes still shines on in my mind.
There are moments now when I look at my daughter’s eyes and see pieces of him.
I imagine her seeing me like I saw my father all those years ago.
I think about his personality, flaws and uniqueness.
I think about the things he told me.
I think about what Nina will remember about me?
The burning desire to have that fatherly figure.
The absence is creating a void of isolation.
I really wish he could be here now.
Mark M.
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