I probably could have skated right through this October 2nd. I woke up refreshed and ready for the hot yoga class at 8am, we called my cousin, Jennifer and sang her a beautiful happy birthday message, we ate eggs prepared by Dan, headed off to the school "Oaktober Fest", to the first Daisy meeting of the year, and I faked some interest in football. But my brother, oh my brother, he went and posted some pix of my father. And while my brother sounds like my mother, he looks like my father and, for me, that is the rub.
My father would have been 38 today (again).