R.I.P Dad, today is your birthday and every year i feel impelled to just write you. It seems like yesterday, I was 6 or 7 and you were trying to comb my hair to walk to the store. I miss that. I'm sure you're looking down, proud of the person that I've become. I listen to this song by Jamie Foxx and it reminds me of you, so much. I never stopped loving you and I'll never stop.
love always,
april.
