A view from my side.
My father was born on this day, February 22, 1929. He died way too early, on December 15, 1994. He was an enormous influence on my life and I have always striven to live up to the expectations he had of me. I am proud of his life and I am proud to be his son.
I know I haven’t written in a very long time. But I was drawn back to my blog today to re-read what I have written about my father. The post, Memorial Day, is my main tribute to him. So, today I will raise a glass and toast my father’s birthday. I love him and I miss him. He was a good man and a good father.
Happy Birthday, Dad.