harry...

...is a good name

a solid - strong name...

the name held by my daddy - today he would have been 82 years old!

i often wonder what these years would've looked liked - had he lived them - what kind of challenges would we have been facing - what adventures would we have embarked upon - how would our relationship have stretched and grown - would the things which have happened to me - still have been - or would the path have been different? or for him?

the other day - i was faced with needing to purchase new tires for my car - i couldn't help but think - how in the past i would have called daddy for advice - what brand to get - where to go - how much to pay - how he'd assure me so i'd be getting the best bang for my buck - wanting to know his princess daughter wasn't going to be ripped off - turns out the individual who took care of me? his name was my daddy's middle name - also a strong name - i felt like it was a sign - a sort of protection - that i was being taken care of in a way - looked after - he ended up being the nicest man - reducing the cost for me on 2 tires when he didn't have to - it was as though daddy's guiding hand was upon me - seeing me through a tough time

when you least expect it - loved ones who are gone - are still there for you - providing support - encouragement - which you didn't think was going to be possible when they first left you - daddy and his memories will always be with me - even though - sometimes my missing him feels more intense on any given day - yet, the lessons he taught me - the advice he instilled - those pearls of wisdom i carry every day - nothing will erase them - it ebbs and flows - has gotten more gentle over time - and it's that which makes for...

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happy day.....

happy birthday, daddy