June 7th was my daddy's birthday. He would have been 62. the last birthday card i made for him was a last minute project. i printed out a black-n-white 'happy birthday uboojee' on paper, colored it with highlighters and sprinkled it with glitter. mama bro and i wrote little messages to him, mostly about him recovering soon and being with us to celebrate many more. that night we watched paul blart: mall cop and get smart- my daddy actually laughed after a long time. who would have known 2 months later he'd be in a hospital bed just barely holding on. Oh Allah please bless his soul. I wonder if these memories will ever not make me burst out into tears. ok i just gave myself a headache, i should go lay down.
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