Happy Birthday, Daddy!

I remember when it was rule that we didn’t set up the Christmas tree (which was always a cedar) before your birthday, and I will never cease to marvel at your infinite patience in putting the icicles on so carefully, one per branch. It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around it, but this coming January it will be 44 years since we saw you, heard your voice. So happy 103rd today in heaven!  Your great grandson (Sis’s grandson), by the way, is a dead-ringer for you! Miss you more with each passing year and can’t wait to see you once again.