This is sweet Caleb on his 3rd birthday.
My dad and I at the beach.
This is a picture of my dad and I on my 16th birthday. He knew he was dying...his eyes look sad to me.
You would think a birthday would be a great and exciting day. I just feel really depressed. Tomorrow is my 25th bday and I don't want the day to come. This will be my first birthday without my dad. He used to make each and every birthday a special day for me. Usually the day before (Dec. 9) he would call me at 10:49pm and tell me how tomorrow (on my birthday) he was going to call at 10:49pm because that is when I was born. So then my birthday hits and he would call WAY TOO early and would always be the first person to wish me a Happy Birthday. Then like clock work at 10:49pm he would call and tell me the story of how I was born and how he was mad at my mom because I was not a boy~HAHA! But then after he would tell me the story, he would tell me that he was glad I was his daughter. Wow, I am getting teary eyed writing this. I am just a hot mess today. Today is my Step-dad Jim's 60th birthday. It is a good day for him because he can finally order off of the senior citizen menu. He is all about a discount. But today is also my cousin Caleb's birthday. He passed away a few years ago and I just can't help but cry because I miss his sweet face and his innocent voice. I can't write anymore...the tears are streaming.