I wanted to write a poem. Or perhaps find a fitting one celebrating life. Nothing stood out or spoke to me. I wrote a condensed biography of his life only to decide at the last minute it wasn't good enough. Not good enough to honor a man whose life meant so much to me. Whose memory I hold dear. This isn't a post meant to garner sympathy. It's simply in honor of a great man. I wanted to share photos from my childhood as well, but they seem to be tucked away in some hidden corner. I think these say so much, however, and they'll have to do. Today would have been his 69th birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad. Remembering the good times . . .
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