Today would have been my father's 67th birthday if he was still with us. For the last week I have been dreaming of him, not good dreams, reliving the last few months that he was alive, dreaming of him laying in his bed crying, he didn't want to die, dreaming of him being so sick that he wanted to die, it's been terrible, so I haven't been sleeping much. I hope that with his birthday here, my dreams will go back to good ones, remembering how much we loved him and he loved us, not a day goes by that I don't wish he was still here.
So Happy Birthday in Heaven Dad, we love you and miss you more than words can say.
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Hugs Val, I hope your dreams get better too.
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