It's just a birthday

My Dad died 3 months before his 60th birthday. I would have done something cool. I had plans actually, we were going halibut fishing for his Birthday. My treat. It would have been epic. Instead, I had friends over and tried to distract myself from remembering that we would never celebrate another of his birthdays together.

Our last salty trip together

 I will never get to call him up and say "hey, you're old, just in case you forgot." Cause I'm nice like that. I also can't call him up and say "my car is making a noise that sounds like "this""  or oh my, Tom's at sea and I don't know how to fix this, tell me what to do. I relied on my dad for a lot of things. And now I'm on my own.

Next week Tom's dad will turn 60. So, his children planned something fun. I wanted nothing to do with it. Thank goodness we didn't have the money, or the time off, to go. It's also the day before our 10th wedding anniversary. But mostly, it hurts too much. I'm glad he still has his father on earth, yay for him. But I hate being reminded I don't.

So, We figured out a way to buy a plan ticket and send him down by himself to spend time with his family.
(Of course, this happened to be the busiest craziest weekend of the year. and here I sit blogging when I should be a)writing a paper b) planning my lesson c) finding the house that I'm sure is lurking around here somewhere under all the trash and clothes and toys and whatever it is that the kids leave everywhere... ie: dishes, laundry, trash, crap, smell, etc.)

So, I didn't have to go to a birthday party and pretend I was happy. And I slept in my own bed all alone last night. It was beautiful. And he got to see his family and be reminded how much he loves the life we have built together. This looks like a win win for everyone.