Today would be my dad's 72nd birthday. It's strange to think about. He died when I was 14, so I never got to know him as a man, and knowing someone as your parent is almost not knowing them at all. It's a shame really. He was an interesting person, who lived a full, and varied life before I was even born. I often wish he were around so I could pick his brain. I really wish he had been around to meet Jay and the girls. Especially Jay though. I think seeing the two of them have a conversation would have been incredibly entertaining.
So, Happy Birthday, Dad. Wherever you are. We'll be having butterscotch pie. Maybe you'll stop by for some.