Yesterday was my father’s birthday.

Another year no one made mention of it.

Even I had to be reminded by Facebook—

of a long post I wrote in 2020.

It still holds true, I guess.

Most of it, except, now that I have a wife and child of my own, I no longer think too hard on the past.

Life’s funny that way.

All those years of aimless wandering, I felt so lost and alone.

Now I have so many responsibilities that when I have a second to myself—reflecting on the happenings of the day—I thank God for my wife, and think of my son.

Who made us this way?

And why must we go through the things we do?

The truth is I don’t know. I don’t ask these questions anymore.

Life goes on, and so do we, even when it hurts.

So why am I telling you this?

Because it’s been two weeks since my father’s birthday, and

I thought someone else should know.