Today is Friday. It's October 25th 2013. The start of another typical weekend for most of us. Just another day...
For me, it's a big deal. Dad was born on October 25, 1933. Today he would have been 80 years old. I understand that it's only a date and it doesn't affect hardly anyone. However, I feel a sense of loss that doesn't ease with time. It's been nine months and one week since he passed away, yet I still think about him every day. I try not to bring up the subject during conversations but memories of Dad are constantly on my mind.