I miss my dad, I know that is not a surprise for anyone who has been around me of late. Today it is particularly hard, today he would have been his 69th birthday. My dad hated his birthday, he hated getting older, and he really hated us reminding him of it. On his 40th birthday the neighbor lady helped me make him a blackberry cobbler and I made a big sign and put it up over the door so everyone would know it was his special day. I waited impatiently to surprise him with dinner and cobbler. He drove up in his big tool truck and got out looking up at the sign. I saw the look on his face and knew I had made a terrible mistake. The extra large 40, mortified him. I saw him swallow his humiliation and eat my horrid dinner followed by the cobbler, my only success that night. I never made birthday signs or cobbler again.