Pop in his kiltMarch 18 is my birthday. Pop and I used to share the same birthday and I always thought how unlucky I was to have to share my special day with my dad. As I gained a little maturity, I began to look forward to birthdays together and having someone to share in the joy of it with me. This picture of Pop in his kilt is one of the last pictures I ever took of him. He died suddenly while on vacation in Wilmington, NC when I was 33 years old. Birthdays haven't been the same for me since he's been gone. I light a candle and play our favorite bagpipe tune in remembrance on our birthday before I celebrate with the family. I miss him some years more than others but I always feel that little part of my birthday is missing, that part where my dad used to be. Wherever you are, Pop, I hope you're having all the cake icing you want. It was your favorite part. I love you.