They are just moments, fleeting moments, but they shape and define my entire day. A moment that echos and reverberates through every bone, muscle and fiber of my day. The ringing in the ears or the after image burned into the cornea of my life.
I can feel my face on the sleeve of your itchy, scratchy suit jacket. I can smell the Old Spice as you tell me you love me after lovingly correcting me.
The moments come and go, they shake my day into place or out.
The thought of you as I discuss car troubles with my girlfriend, or when I feel the sun on my neck while doing a crossword; the sound of your voice giving advice on how to make smoked sausages; or the feeling of having a loving family as I eat our typical Sunday lunch; they all shake my day into place and makes me feel whole.
But when I think of you and all the questions I need answered or when I feel alone with my thought, my day gets misplaced and I lose my way.
Today is your birthday and I need you to tell me that I am alright. I need you to hold mom tight. I need you to guide me and my brothers.
I can google any question and get an answer but I can’t google you.
I love you, and miss you.
Happy birthday dad.



