my dad

It was my dad’s birthday yesterday.   Since he died, my mum, my brother and I have always met for lunch.  It’s been nice, not solemn or miserable, and it’s been a good way to remember my dad.  Well, mum didn’t arrange anything this year; and she didn’t call, email or text me, or presumably my brother either.  It makes me sad.  I know she has J now, but she was still married to my dad for over thirty years, and had two kids with him. 

I guess the thing is that while a husband can be replaced, a father can’t.  I miss him so much, and I can’t help thinking that it’s just not fair.  I wish he were still here.