Happy Birthday, Dad

My dad would have turned 67 today, but instead it's two months to the day since he passed away.

He was like an oak tree, so sturdy and healthy, and it was inconceivable to think of him not being around. And then suddenly, too suddenly, he wasn't. It felt like a lightning strike, but in reality, it was a sickness at the roots. And now, the landscape just doesn't look right anymore. Too much sky is visible, there isn't any shade, and days are harsher for his absence.