Today would have been daddy's 88th birthday. Although, I normally do not think of him on his birthday, if the date is uttered aloud I remember that this was his birthday. This happened today, in the company car to the Dallas office. Someone asked the date, I used my mathmatical abilites and remembered that yesterday was the 28th, added one and said it is September 29. I even said to my two co-workers, hey this is my dad's birthday.
I do, however, think of him every April 22--his death day.
Posted by Rita at September 29, 2003 07:21 PM