The day is November 16.
In 1949 somewhere in Bakersfield, CA. A Dexter was born.
In 1998 he turned 49. Which for some reason, I remember.
In 2010 We hung out, watched movies and laughed… a lot and my brother surprised him for a visit.
In 2012 I kayaked into the middle of the ocean in Thailand and lit a candle in memory of him.. my dad.
And today… The sun is out, the autumn breeze still breathes, and I have chosen to CELEBRATE.
Today is a day to celebrate. Every year on our birthdays, someone bakes a cake, there are a lot of candles and birthday wishes. Usually there are close friends around, probably some sort of event planned to make you feel special- like you are number one for your special day.
Even without the life, I am going to celebrate in his honor. Today, more than usual, I am reminded how precious moments are. The moments you sit alone while the sun begins to kiss the Earth as it rises from it’s sleep. The moments you share with your loved ones. The moments you share catching up with your best friend, your mom, your siblings. The moments that make you stop for one moment, look around and take in an inhale of gratitude into the world. Life is absolutely beautiful if you make it that way, and my dad most definitely made it that way to me.
So today is not about grief.
Today is not about sadness.
Today is a day to honor life.
So I shall be outside all day, go into the mountains, take photographs, eat chocolate, and have him in my heart, more so than he already is, all day.
It’s a short blog today. Simply to remember a life lived. A life shared. And a life gone too soon. He would be 64 today. Happy Day Dad. You are in my heart always.