It's my father's 95th birthday today. OR it would have been if he hadn't died almost 14 years ago, you know.Here he is on the awesome Find-a-Grave . I just found out that if I send them $5, I'd be the sponsor of the page and the ads would go, so I figured that that would be a fine, fine birthday present.Miss him every day, all the time, it never goes away. And I'm not feeling sorry for myself or mournful or anything, it's just one of those things that is just part of the things in my head now, it doesn't mean I spend all my time weeping or anything, or being sad, it just is that when your parent dies, or, I assume, your husband or wife of brother or sister or child dies, something changes in you forever. You can never not miss them any more than you can stop your blood pumping through your veins. And it's kind of like that, because generally, that just kind of happens without your thinking about it, and you couldn't actually stop it by willing it, it's just there. Always.There's a hole in the world in the shape of my father that's like in a cartoon when Bugs Bunny or the Road Runner goes right through the door without opening it, leaving this perfect gap where they were.On a lighter note, my Daddy came up during the most recent Quirky Quiz that I did, download for your listening pleasure here . It's actually hilarious.