Today is dads and my birthday, woke up 3 1/2 hours early, could not sleep. I had 2 dreams about dad, in the second one he had fallen into his bathtub as he was dressing and I reached down and pulled him out before trying to dry him with a towel. Dad was getting dressed to help me outside even thou he was already quite ill when he lost his balance and fell in. That was my fathers personality always try to help his kids, even when he was terminally ill.
I wish I could talk to him today, wish I could say happy birthday to him. This all seems so wrong. I called mom, will go pick her up at 330pm and then go visit dads grave before my work night shift. I should have been a better son to him while he was alive, now it's too late.
