The 5th Of July...Not My Favorite Day

Since I was 7 years old I have never enjoyed the 5th of July.  That was the day my dad, Warren Colley, passed away in 1967.   He was only 45 years old but his heart just gave way.  He had Rheumatic fever as a child that ruined his heart.  We were use to daddy having to go to the hospital every once in a while but this time we had no idea that it would be the last time.  57 years ago so basically I have disliked the last 57 July 5th's and today is no different.  I can still remember my mom sitting my one brother and sister down in her bedroom.  She had just gotten the call from the Doctor.  My oldest brother was away at camp.  When she told us that our dad had died I know a huge part of us all died too.  We all truly loved our dad.  Even though I was only seven when he died I still have vivid memories of my dad and I.  He made sure he spent individual time with each of his kids and that time spent together could be something big or it could be as simple as eating cut up raw carrot chunks and watching "Bewitched" together.  He was just a great guy! 
Dad, you will forever be in my heart and even though I no longer think about you daily I still think about you often and every 5th of July my heart and soul is sad remembering it was the day you were taken away.  A couple of years ago the date came up when talking with my sister and brothers and they felt the same way I do about the date.  Love and miss you Daddy!