Happy Retirement, Dad.
Happy Retirement, Dad. That's what today's post should be about. I should be planning a party with all of his closest friends. I should be watching my mom search every inch of the internet to decide on which vacation they want to take first. I should be watching my kids run into his arms as he promises them more time with them now that he is done working. He set a daily countdown on his phone to remind himself how many days were left until he retired. The countdown is over and he's not here to celebrate and that just seems so unfair. I'm sad. Angry. Frustrated. This was a day meant for him. He worked too damn hard to not be here for it. I visited my mom this morning and she said my Dad's phone reminded her yesterday that it was his last day of work and today he was retired. Every second she's surrounded by the ghost of him. This day seems to sting more than the rest. Today was supposed to be a long awaited celebration. Dad worked in Avionics. Some days