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CENTURY

My dad was born one hundred years ago today.

Imagine.

In 28 years I will be the same age.

There is not a day that goes by without some thought of him.

He was a great guy. Still is!

We always had fun with the fact that he was born on St. Patrick's Day.

He would always get the cards that had the two 'holiday's' together. "Ah, top o' the mornin' to ya' and a happy birthday too".

He didn't mind sharing the day.

I will be thinking of him more than usual today I suppose.

I have a bunch of photos close at hand to stimulate my thoughts.

But the mind's eye is the most accurate camera. Drawn from life. I can see him smiling.

Labels: birthdays, family