Happy birthday, Don.
Today woulda been the day you finally got to retire. We lost you a little over a year ago and that’s the thing I think about most. How hard you always worked and how you always put everyone else first. This was be your time to do you. I know you woulda found something to do to earn money though. Buy old cars and fix them up and flip them or something along those lines. You hated just sitting. But boy did you deserve it. Currently I wish you were here to talk some sense into mom. She’s completely given up on life since you passed and you were the only person she ever listened to. I’m about to lose her to and it feels like too much to deal with again, so soon. I wish I had done better in my life and could have done more for you both in these later years. I feel like I’ve wasted my potential and having a hard time feeling like I can turn it around at my age. I’ve been reflecting on all the stuff you’ve done for me over the years. From the small things like throwing me in the car as a teenager when I fucked something up and driving around the neighborhood and talking it out with me then going home and calming mom down and being the buffer between us so she’d be easier on me. To all the cars you helped me get and fix and never getting too mad at me. I’ve always felt guilty not going to you and mom’s wedding. As a 14 or so year old I hated it, but I’ve always known you were way more of a father to me than my biological dad. But I never could bring myself to call you dad even though I no longer talked to mine own. I loved you a lot and I know you always knew that even when I was a punk ass teenager. I miss you a lot and miss your guidance most of all. Life is currently kicking my ass and the people I’ve leaned on the most throughout life sadly aren’t able to help me now. Anyway idk why I’m writing this, it’s my first ever post and I never thought I would ever make one. Happy birthday, Dad. I love and miss you, terribly.