Happy birthday to my father, Michael Glass. He would have been 58 years old today.

Because my feelings are so mixed up and complicated all the time, it's rare that I can say this:

I miss my daddy today. Not the sad, miserable, volatile man who didn't know how to love people or be a husband or a father. My daddy was the man who took us to the movies and loved science fiction and came to all my soccer games and cracked dumb jokes and taught us how to fish. That was my daddy, and that is the man I miss today.