Today would have been my dad's 60th birthday. 60. It's hard to imagine what he would have been like at 60 because he will forever be 38 in my mind -- the exact age I am today. I will not spend a lot of time trying to explain all that today means in my heart. I will simply add a quotation here that explains it probably better than I ever could. It is by novelist Thornton Wilder.
"We ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning."
Happy Birthday, Daddy.
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