The whir of the coffee grinder fills the kitchen, relieving us both of the pressure to speak. He doctors mine, leaves his black. My thoughts match the color of his drink, surely just as bitter.
He’s not the only father who’s ever counted on things a father should be able to count on – recitals and pancakes and tussling. He’s not the only husband who has worried about his child’s mother. But he is the only guy in this house who celebrated another year of life without his daughter.
Andy worked all weekend. He did get to watch football with his boys last night. We visited him
at the hospital yesterday, and Tucker gave him the painting he made: "black circles" with water colors.
There shouldn't be too much black right now though, so we plan to stretch the celebrating out through the week with more bright swashes of happy.
JEB
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A dad like Andy deserves to be celebrated every month, not just February!
Oh what fun a whole week of Birthday! Have a great ttime!
I know how loss can make every holiday and birthday so difficult, I hope that this one can be as happy as you are able to manage for all of you.
Your way with words is amazing. I hope you write a book. Seriously. Happy Birthday Andy! I'm sure he found some joy in his beautiful boys and his perfect wife.
I pray color will slowly start to creep back into your world...
especially when you remember the red curls your lovely daughter had...
and when you delve into the color of your boys' eyes :)
Your family remains in my prayers,
Janna Shelton
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