November 9th, 2005


(no subject)

I was wondering why I was so down today, and why I felt the need to get Daddy's obit re-laminated today.

Today would have been his 52nd birthday. I didn't put it together until I got the email from my mother. She sends it every year, 'making sure [I'm] doing ok' because of the day. I get the same on around the Fourth of July, when he died.

I miss my dad. I wish I had more to do today - Wednesday's are always deadly slow at work. Last year at this time I was at WaMu, trying desperately to get my call times down and not break down into tears. Mom has the perfect timing for these emails, I swear.

I miss my daddy.