Today (April 2) would have been Dad's 78th birthday. I have thought of him several times today, and hope that he is enjoying whatever he is doing. I carried Natasha and sang happy birthday to "Yeh Yeh" beside one of the photo montages I made for his funeral service.
Although I miss him dearly, I will always remember that he had a wonderful life, considered himself lucky for all that he experienced, and was as able to leave on his own terms as anyone felled by illness. I am pleased that there is nothing that I wish I said... we both understood our love.
Love you, Dad.
Son
Friday, April 3, 2009
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