Gregory, my oldest, turns 19 today. His last year as a teenager.
We took him to a sushi bar for lunch and he chose Thai for dinner. He likes good food!
Today is supposed to be a happy day. For the most part it is. Until I pulled up pictures from this day in the past.
This is Greg and my father when he turned 16. This is the first year Dad isn’t here to help celebrate.
I miss him so much. I know he’s with us and our memories are forever but it doesn’t make it easier. This picture hit me hard. I wish he was here with us to sing happy birthday to my son.
Oily Minded Medic 