Today would have been my Dad's 67th Birthday. My Dad died when I was 18. I didn't really know him well and we didn't talk much, but I'm sure he's in heaven working on some project or out in his garden right now.
I'm reminded of my Dad every time I see Luke twirling his hair. He gets that from his other Grandpa. He would have enjoyed Luke. Happy B-Day Pop!
"When the world gets tired and I get sick from the smell and I can't find no comfort there. I climb into my father's chair"
- Rick Springfield "My Father Chair"
"He was in his paper, I was in my room. How was I to know he thought I hung the moon"?
- Reba McIntyre "The Greatest Man I Never Knew"
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