Today, August 8, would have been Dad's 94th birthday. "Happy birthday, Dad! You are so missed and loved and you continue to guide my life even though you are not physically here." It's almost two years now since he left us, but it seems like it's been so much longer. I had thought that we had already passed the two year milestone and was surprised to learn that it hadn't been two years yet. I guess it's just that it's felt as if it's been that long. Yesterday morning I woke up sobbing. Only the second time in my life that has ever happened -- and all within the past couple of years. I guess the grief is so deep...it even consumes my sleep at times. It's not a bad thing though. I view it as merely a confirmation of the depth of the love and absence from my life. So many times when faced with life's dilemmas, I wonder how Dad would've handled the situation. The immediate source is no longer there, but the lessons learned will always remain.