One of those days that you fake it until you make it (in this case until the day is over and you have a moment of solitude). On one hand, today is my sons bday. If I was asked to describe him with one word it would have to be --- KIND. I have the privilege to call him my son. On the other hand, it is my Dads bday too. The healing continues but the pain of loosing him way to soon aches like the first day he physically left us. Papa, we miss you & hope that while you watch over us you are enjoying a cervecita and listening to Juan Luis Guerra or Ruben Blades.
Posted on: Wed, 27 Aug 2014 03:52:58 +0000
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