Today my dad would have been 57. Per usual I arranged my queue so that my reblogs would be devoted to him.
This is the 4th birthday he hasn’t had. I somehow didn’t think it would be, but it is easier. The past week has been weird. I have been digitally archiving old photos and home video, seen my dad move and heard his voice for the first time since December 14, 2008. I have been immersed in the past but I haven’t cried, just felt comforted by his jolly laugh, his dad-ness.