Today is my dad’s 68th birthday. I was lucky and got to spend Saturday with him and help him and my mom celebrate their 45th wedding anniversary. It was bitter-sweet. They were so happy, and surprised. Many people came from out town to wish my parents well. I know they were probably thinking the same thing I was, this will probably be the last big celebration my parents have together. Man, cancer just bites you in the ass sometimes.
My cry scale that day was about a 6. My dad’s, whom I thought would be at a 10, was only about a 3. Which is amazing because he cries ALL the time. My mom’s was a 15. But it was a great afternoon with family and friends.
Tony sat down and talked my dad later that afternoon and asked for his blessing to marry me. They talked for a long time. Tony said that my dad told him stories about me when I was a little girl and a teenager. I would have loved to hear that conversation, to hear my dad’s recollections of me as I grew up. It makes me miss him and he isn’t even gone yet.