Happy Birthday, Daddy ♡
This for me, was the toughest visit yet. You would think it would get easier but then holidays happen, anniversaries, birthdays, and it makes you remember. Yesterday was my daddy's 75th birthday, a young man, really. If you look at him he looks the same. He looks young. The same youthful Kenny boy. It makes it all that more sad. I wish I could have visited him yesterday on his actual birthday but we got home from our family vacation a little later than planned and had to go with a belated celebration instead. He saw me the minute I came in to get him and greeted me with what I'd describe as happy eyes. I started tearing up. I asked him if he had fun celebrating his birthday yesterday and he replied for once, "yes." (My mom brought him a milkshake so you know it was a party!) Michael and Sophia wanted to go see the fish so off we went. My dad seemed uninterested so I got down on my knees to talk to him face to face (he is in a wheelchair) and for the first time