February 20th. My Dad’s birthday.
The date so easily rolls off my tongue after years of reciting it at pharmacy drive-thru windows when I would go to pick up his prescriptions.
It is a day that used to be so joyful. Birthday cakes and family dinners. Anticipation as I waited to see his reaction to his presents. One ye…
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