Today is my dad’s birthday - his first since he passed away.

The past few days have been extra rough just anticipating today. Thinking about how we would have spent it with him, how he would have insisted on no gifts, and how he would have cried while reading his cards. How he’s no longer here. The events that led up to his death. Being there when it happened. Watching him die.

My sisters, brother, and I spent the day together. We went to my dad’s favorite seafood restaurant for lunch, since we knew that where he would’ve wanted to go today. It was strange being there without him.

I miss him.