Twenty nine years later

Today is my birthday. Yesterday my dad died. The date is 10/25/2007. A little over 29 years ago my dad watched is last son be born and at just under 29 he returned to source from with I was born. Like every other birthday the weather today is beautiful. We picked out his plot today. We picked a spot on the edge with 3 trees around him and to his left will lay Cathy. I love my father and I will miss him. I hate to see the sun go down because with each passing day his touch, his feel, his words become more distant. It is sad to think that every word and emotional exchange has been said and experienced. I can’t go back.