On days like this, I reflect on his life and what he would have been like today. If you have read some of my pieces on my dad before, you probably know a little about my feelings and admiration for him. You might also surmise that he was the kind of man that deserves much more love and public recognition than I bestow upon him.
I envision what kind of father-in-law and grandfather he would have been. I reflect on the level of crazy goofiness that he would be displaying on a day by day basis, especially if he was a cancer survivor. He had a vigor for life BEFORE he got sick. I can’t imagine what it would have been like if he had beaten cancer. It would have been epic.
When I think about him, I think about how no day is ever promised. I think about how stupid it would be to squander a second of happiness for something that ultimately might not matter tomorrow. I am smiling. Thank you, Dad. Happy birthday, I love you.