Dad’s Birthday

Today is what would have been my dad’s 83rd birthday.  Dad was born May 20, 1926.  He died February 7, 2003.  Way too young for me.  My grandmother, Dad’s mom, died when she was 88, so I thought that I would have him around until at least 2014.  So I feel a little ripped off.  Like I am owed something in the whole father/daughter relationship.

I was hoping to write a nice little tribute to my dad, along with pictures, to be posted first thing this morning but ran out of time.  I will try to do that soon and post it.

Suffice to say, Dad told me on several occasions that he always wanted to have kids.  It’s one of the main reasons he got married.  And he was happiest when he could sit on our front porch in the evening and watch all of us play on the front lawn.  We would run around playing kick the can on warm summer nights and Dad would always be sitting watching us.  I always thought it was for our safety, and it probably partly was for that reason. But it was mostly because he had achieved his goal and had two sons and two daughters who were healthy and happy.  He never wanted a big career or fame or a lot of money or any of that stuff.  He wanted us.  And that is a very comforting thought for us kids.

That was Dad.  More to come soon.