Today is my dad’s 86th birthday. Born March 8, 1925! Man, he’s old. Without being morose, I wonder how many more he has in him. He has been ill for many years, suffered a heart attack at 54 and fights various problems. He tough, though. My brothers and I joke that he’ll probably be there to bury all of us.
Happy birthday to one of the strongest men I’ve ever known. I love you, dad.