Today is my dads 80th birthday.
It is also the 40th anniversary of his death. One of the saddest days of my life.
I've been told what a great son, brother, uncle, husband and friend he was. I know what a great father he was.
I can't believe he's been gone for 40 years.
I know my brother and sister don't remember him as much as I do. I'm the oldest. I knew him longer. Whenever I hear “A Taste of Honey” by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, I think of him. Whenever I catch an old episode of “The Honeymooners”, I remember him.
My favorite memories of him are all the nights us kids would pretend to fall asleep in the hallway, and dad would pick us up and carry us to bed. I've missed him so much over the last 40 years, and have thought of him often. I pray he is in heaven, and that he is happy with the way his children turned out.
I love you dad. I miss you.