Today we woke up to a cold, windy, rainy sky and my heart sorta feels the same way.
Today would have been my Dad’s 54th birthday.
And it hurts.
It hurts when I look at my boys and know he didn’t see them. It hurts when I watch politics and can’t talk to him. It hurts when I take pictures I can’t send him.
It just hurts.
Know what I mean?
