Naturally, every year on the anniversary of my father's passing, I think of him. I was driving yesterday when I thought it would be nice to have some sort of sign of my Dad; to know that maybe he was thinking of me. I smiled, thinking that I may hear a song he used to play on the piano in the next day or so . I arrived at my chiropractor's office and said, "Hey Dr. Mike - how's it goin?" He replied, "Just another day in paradise!".
On the day of Dad's makeshift funeral, as we left the beach after releasing my Dad into the ocean, we passed two guys sitting on a bench, drinking, and as we went by, they said, "Just another day in paradise!".
I am thinking of you, too, Dad. I miss you.
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