Ninety-one years ago, today, on August 26,
1926, my Dad was born. He passed away four
years ago this past May and I often think about him and what he would be like
if he were still alive.
This is a question I asked one of my sisters
last week and her reply was, “grouchy.”
We both laughed, knowing some truth while reflecting more about what
else he would be like, while cherishing so many pleasant memories of him and
his other qualities.
The day is still young and I know there’ll be
more pleasant yesteryear reflections thinking about Dad today.
Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum
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