Today is Daddy’s birthday. I am wondering if birthdays are celebrated in Heaven. If so – and I’m inclined to think they are – then Mama, Daddy, my sisters Dot and Gerry, Bill – my husband of 39 years and his parents Frank and Bobbie, my maternal and paternal grandparents and all the host of family and friends who’ve gone before are celebrating this sweet and gentle man’s life. Time has eased the deep pain of losing each of my parents, but I miss them still. I miss my sisters. I miss hearing their voices and their sweet counsel whenever I shared a problem …