For a long time, I've been oddly obsessed with the date that my father died. Not the day itself, but rather how old he was and when I would reach that same age to the day, outliving him as it passed. As I get closer to it, I wonder what went through his mind at that time, and what his thoughts were on eternity and his legacy.
You bet - take care.
Great article- thanks. Your dad sounds like a really decent guy; everyone has their flaws. I grew up without a dad and tell people rather bluntly, kids need a dad, regardless of their shortcomings. And I don’t have much patience for people who whine that their dad’s didn’t hug them enough, or treat them like a Hallmark commercial. I think your take is perfectly well said.
Why not celebrate his birthday how he would have celebrated it himself perhaps... Taking somethings out of his life to occupy your mind and heart as you remember him. At the end of the day, in tribute to your father, take a few tokes on a joint.