6 years ago today--on the day before my birthday--my dad died unexpectedly.
A lot of living happens in 6 years.
Residences change, careers change, relationships change, looks change and overall, the world keeps turning, minus a soul that may not have meant much to everyone, but he meant a lot to a few. 
He was ridiculously smart, sarcastic, funny, introspective, detached, stubborn, complicated & driven.
I too, am all of those things. 
It's weird to be reminded of this anniversary every year, right before my birthday. Still, I take it as an opportunity to be reminded of his life and be grateful for the time we had together. 
I love you and I miss you, dad. 
Always have, always will