Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Son; Me; Father; Son
I made the annual pilgrimage to see my father with some nice company this year. We were there for dad's ninetieth birthday. He seems very happy, as are the rest of us in the picture. A few weeks before this picture was taken he wrote to me, telling me that he would probably make it to his birthday but after that he couldn't make any guarantees, because "nobody lives forever." He's right, of course, but it is a blessing that he's doing so good, and for so long.