03/16/2026
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Dad.
Today you would have turned 94, and even two years later, grief still shows up in ways I never expect.
Some days it’s quiet and subtle. I take a deep breath, whisper “I miss you, Dad,” and keep moving through my day. Other days, the feeling lingers a little longer, asking me to slow down and sit with it. Grief has its own rhythm, and I’ve learned to honor it when it arrives.
What comforts me most is the way you prepared me for life. You taught me strength, resilience, and how to keep going even when the heart feels heavy. You always said that one day I would have to carry on, and because of the lessons you poured into me, I have.
Your love for me was relentless. At the time, I knew it was strong—but now I truly understand it. I see it reflected in the love I have for your two grandchildren. The way my heart moves for them is the same kind of unwavering love you gave so freely.
Your wisdom still guides me. Your voice still echoes in the decisions I make. And your presence lives on in the values you planted in my life.
Thank you for loving me the way you did.
Thank you for preparing me for the journey ahead.
Rest peacefully, Dad.
You are still deeply loved, still remembered, and still missed every single day. Happy Birthday.