Happy Birthday Daddy. He would have been 58 years old today. It's been especially difficult today. I can't even bring myself to wish his twin a happy birthday. It's just too difficult, not that he's been a big part of my life. If God does indeed capture every tear and store them in alabaster jars, then there must be a very large shelf dedicated to the many jars I've filled. Some days I'm mad, others I'm sad and every once in awhile I'm jealous that he's playing the best game of baseball in heaven.
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