Today is December 17th. It’s not my birthday. I celebrated my birthday on December 7th. But, today, December 17th I get to celebrate again. Today is actually the day my father was born. BUT, this day, my father’s birthday, is the day that he always remembered that he had forgotten my birthday on December 7th.
So, on December 17th each year, I knew my phone would ring. I knew I would hear my father’s off-key voice singing happy birthday to me. And I would laugh because I was expecting his call and expecting his song. He never forgot to call on this day and tell me he forgot my birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Us!
My Dad is no longer with us, but his memory lives on.
Happy Birthday, Daddy! Happy Birthday, Donna!
See you soon.
donna – author of Prisoners without Bars: A Caregiver's Tale
I am the author of Prisoners without Bars: A Caregiver's Tale. It's the true story of how my husband almost left me--three times.