Day 145 blog

Today is a beautiful day.

I woke up, hit the gym, and got ready for my flight back home to Cali. It’s one of those days where everything feels a little more meaningful, a little more reflective.

Today is my late dad’s birthday.

If you don’t know, I’m an only child, and the bond my dad and I had was unbreakable. He was my everything. There wasn’t a day we didn’t talk or see each other. He was my best friend, my protector, my biggest supporter. Don’t get me wrong, I love all of my parents deeply. My mom and step dad are my world. But there is just something about a dad and daughter bond that is so special.

I miss him like crazy.

There are so many moments I wish he was here for. The big ones and the small ones. The wins, the travels, the everyday conversations. I wish I could pick up the phone and tell him about my day, hear his voice, get his advice, or just laugh with him like we used to.

But even though he is not here physically, I feel him with me in so many ways. In my strength, in my drive, in the way I carry myself. He played such a huge role in shaping who I am, and I carry that with me every single day.

Today is not just about missing him. It is also about celebrating him. The man he was, the love he gave, and the impact he had on my life. I am so grateful for every memory, every lesson, and every moment we had together.

Happy birthday, Dad. I hope you are celebrating big up there.

I love you forever.

Signed, Paulina.