Thursday, March 01, 2018

Today would have been my dad's seventieth birthday.  He was born March 1, 1948, and missed being a February 29th leap year baby by one day.  He always wanted to make things better for people who didn't have much.  He gave his heart and his effort and his time.

If you've got a glass with you, even if you didn't know my dad, consider raising it if you'd like to appreciate someone wise, strong, and goofy; someone who didn't have the answers but still tried as hard as he could; someone whose primary way of interacting with the world was love.

If you'd raise your glass, he'd be embarrassed at your attentions, and that'd be great.

Happy 70th, Dad.

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