Happy Birthday

So, all week I've been in a kind of funk. I chalked it up as P.M.S. and moved on. Until today, when it came into light...today would have been my Dad's 61st birthday. It's hard to believe that after 15 years, that it can still feel this raw. You never get over something like the death of a parent. You just keep moving forward. Kind of like Dory in "Finding Nemo"..."just keep swimming, just keep swimming".

Last night, J.R. took Rebecca to the Spurs game. We couldn't get a babysitter, so instead of giving up the tickets, he took our #1 Spurs fan. I was SO excited for her, and not jealous like I thought I would be! (as I am the #2 Spurs fan) I realized that she was going to have a date with her Daddy and that she will probably remember it for years to come.

My Dad loved basketball. I think he loved the Spurs. Someone asked me once if Dad went to the Spurs games. He never did. I'm sure that he would have loved to, and I'm sure he would have loved to have taken us girls. He always watched the games on TV. As a matter of fact, he and I watched the Spurs in the Western Conference finals the night before he died. If I remember correctly, they lost, and we complained that they had the potential, but couldn't convert. The last thing we said to each other was "I love you".

I thank God that he blessed me with the father that I had...even if it was only for 15 years.

I thank God that he has blessed Rebecca and Roman with a Daddy so much like their Papa Fincke that it's spooky.

I thank God for RRR, who included me in on one of his quirky e-mails today that made me feel like a daughter, and not a daughter-in-law...

...I needed that today.