Happy Birthday, Dad
My dear father would be 83 years old today.
They were the greatest generation.
Dad wasn't one to show his affection. I realized when I was an adult that the most ardent expression of his love for his kids was the way he provided for us. No peddling papers or cutting fruit -- we had everything we needed.
He's been gone 11 years now, and I miss him so much. It's so hard for me that my son never got to know him.
I'm sure he and mom are having a birthday celebration with his older sister, Mary, the one with her hand on his shoulder in the photo above, who went to join him on Mother's Day this year.
Come to think of it, they're probably hanging out with her, her husband who passed away last year, and their parents. I'll bet they're sitting around the table, drinking coffee, and playing cards.
Happy birthday, Daddy.