Fathers

A bittersweet post yesterday by Gary, remembering his father on the second anniversary of his death, focused me on my father, who would have turned 86 today. He passed away almost six years ago.

At the time of his passing, my dad had a case of dementia which was getting worse every week. We were actually thankful that his body gave out before his mind.

I always got along with my dad and felt like I was okay in my relationship with him when he died. This helped me in coping with his death, although watching him die as we took him off life support was excruciatingly painful.

To celebrate my dad's birthday, I reread my favorite post that I have ever written a few minutes ago.

It is a wonderful sunny May afternoon outside -- a great time to ride in the convertible. Time to pick up one of my kids at school. That's the kind of thing fathers do, you know ...