Wherever you are I hope that you are drinking cheap domestic beer and eating handfuls of hard Christmas candy that nobody else wanted to eat.
I hope that you are eating insane amounts of cake and pie and ice cream and chocolate.
I hope that you are watching ND football or B-level action movies and laughing your big hearty laugh.
I hope that you are whistling all the songs you used to whistle.
Wherever you are, I hope that you know you are loved. That you are missed.
Happy birthday, Daddy.
As much as we try, this time of year just isn’t the same without you.
