Today is my least favorite day of the year.
My Daddy passed away 7 years ago today. Since then, I've been a big 4th of July party pooper. But, I've decided that next year I am going to throw a big 4th of July party. I'm really excited about it. My Dad would always say, "You'll miss me when I'm gone." I was always like, whatever stop saying such silly things. But, he was right. I miss him terribly. He also would say that he'd always be sitting on my shoulder whispering in my ear. I like to think that he is.