He would have been 85 today; we would have celebrated; we would have had a cake that said "Happy Birthday Becky and Pap"; we would have blown out our candles together.
I consider myself a positive person - sometimes too positive. When my Pap died, I understood that he'd suffered on this earth and was in a better place. I understood he would always be with me and that someday I'd see him again soon.
I pause on the anniversary of his passing every year. And birthdays are always just a little bittersweet, knowing that he isn't here to share it with me. Holidays and family gatherings always bring stories of the past. But I don't dwell, and I often smile, choosing to remember the good rather than focus on what I'm missing.
But this year, this day, is making my heart heavy. This year, seeing the beautiful cake from The Man say only "Happy Birthday Rebecca" made me just a little bit sad.
Ten years ago, when we celebrated 21 and 75, it never entered my mind for a second that he might not be here for 85.
And today, I am missing him.