Today is my late father’s birthday. He would have been 81-years-old. He passed away in 1986 at the age of 50 from a heart attack.
His name was Michael O’Leary.
It gets easier, it really does. But I still miss him every day.
I am sad that he never got to watch my brother and I grow up into functioning adults. (My brother is way more successful at it.)
I am sad that he never got to meet his three grandchildren.
As long as I am still alive and kicking, I won’t forget him.
That’s what love is. Never forgetting someone who matters to you.
Happy 81st birthday. I love you forever.