Today is my dad’s 59th birthday. I’ve blown up his phone for most of the day saying happy birthday and telling him silly jokes to make him laugh on his birthday. It’s the least I could do from afar. I went about my day doing my usual Sunday routine: brunch in bed, gym, read a book at a coffee shop. All day long I was trying to fight the waterworks. Any moment that my mind isn’t distracted by reading, working out or whatever, I feel a great amount of sadness. I wish I could physically be back at home and do something special for my dad’s birthday. Last year I made him hot pot for dinner and surprised him with a small ice cream cake. It just makes me feel guilty that I can’t do anything but just to call him, which I’m sure he appreciated but still. I’d feel that way even if it wasn’t dad. I enjoy doing little things for my loved ones.
I just really miss my dad.