This year, the new year didn’t sting quite as bad. I’ll always wish you were here, but if there was ever a year to skip out before it was 2020. Seriously… it was fucking shit show rodeo. I can’t wait until the Orange Clown is ousted, Dad. You would’ve toast with me… though I think we both would have been still annoyed, I know Bernie was your man.
You’d be another year older today and I wonder if you’d have come to see the house by now? I’m not sure the guest room would be quite your taste, but I think you’d be happy here. What I wouldn’t give…
I miss you… everyday. There’s so much happening that I wish I could talk to you about. Happy Birthday, Dad. Wish you were here.
Coffee & Conundrums 