Today would have been my dad’s 82nd birthday. It’s hard to imagine him that age. My mom makes 82 look vibrant and even enviable, but I’m afraid that my dad’s Parkinson’s would have made his life miserable at this age, if the cancer hadn’t taken him first.
There is a very specific memory I have of my dad from my college days. It’s a night we danced the night away at a father daughter dance and I tell the story in this week’s vlog. I also review the film, About Time, in this vlog, which, if you haven’t seen, you must. The film will make youthink about your life, and about some of those precious moments in time that you would revisit if you could travel in time.
I would go back to that night, dancing, drinking and having a ball with my dad. That’s the way I remember him, alive and fun and able to dance the night away.
I miss you, Dad. Happy Birthday!