Cheers to you, Dad.

Yesterday would have been my Dad's sixty-third birthday, had he not died seven years ago next month. His birthday is always a day when I spend time thinking about him and the times we spent together, especially that last Thanksgiving when he cried as we hugged goodbye before I left for the airport. I don't have it in me to write more about this right now. I just want to say, Dad, I love and miss you more than words can say. I would do anything to have you alive again, even if just for one day.