This morning, while making my bed, it dawned on me that it is a blessing that my dad passed on the fourth. A blessing because the day is forever marked with family and celebrations and festivity. I never have much time to curl up and cry and feel sorry for myself. On the fourth of July my family is always home, always surrounding me, and for that I am forever grateful.
I feel lucky.
I want to believe that this anniversary was a small gift from my dad, however true or not that thought is. It feels good to think of him giving me this.
Happy Fourth of July and may you, too, celebrate with loved ones on this day.
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