Today would have been my Dad's 98th birthday. I can't picture him at 98, though.......he'll be forever 58 in my memory.
I've been trying to remember some of the things we did when I was a kid. Going with him on his dry cleaning delivery route on Saturdays. Fishing, hunting, and just enjoying each other's company. "Just us guys", as he used to say. Dad, me and the dog, leaving Mom and my sisters at home so we could spend some quality time together. It didn't matter what we were doing, as long as I could be with him I was a happy boy!! He was my hero. He was my best friend. He was my Dad.
Sadly, in the 40 years he's been gone his memory is starting to fade, and I hate it. I guess that's the curse of the passage of time.
Anyway, Happy Birthday, Dad!! They broke the mold when they made you. You were the best!! I love you!!