Today, September 19th, marks the day of my dad’s birthday. He would have turned 87 today. I often wonder what he would be like at 87. After my mom died in 1994 at the age of 65, dad’s love of life and will to live seemed to diminish. He was only 66 at the time, and the quality of his life deteriorated quickly after her death. He used his advancing age as an excuse preventing him from enjoying his golden years, but we all knew it was the void in his heart that was the culprit.
Happy birthday dad, we are all thinking of you today and hope you are celebrating with mom and others that left us too soon.