My father-in-law for 50+ years–today would have been his 101st birthday. His birthday was one month from my father’s birthday. I don’t know where I was on this day last year, but his birthday passed me by, as did my own father’s birthday.
As I sat here reading entries on WordPress, I realized that today was Dad W’s birthday and knew I needed to write about it.
So many memories … it’s hard to pick out just one or two. He’s the one responsible for our winter home in Arizona. He continues to be a hallmark of living as well as you can, for as long as you can. He’s the only person I’ve ever known who weaned himself off bottled oxygen. He was full of life and determination. He died at the age of 98, on the 8th anniversary of his third marriage — he’d outlived the first two wives. He had proposed at the age of 90, promising to give his love 10 years of happiness. He almost made it. It wasn’t for lack of willpower, but rather a body that had aged beyond repair. Happy Birthday, dad. Miss you…
Be safe, be well, and please be happy. Life is so precious and so very fragile. Be sure to tell those you love that you love them. Our love for one another remains when all else is gone.