As crazy as it sounds to me, today would have been my father’s 90th birthday. I’ve done the math a few times and it checks out.
This year, my daughter, who is my youngest child, graduated from college. While celebrating her achievements, I was reminded that my father passed away a few months shy of seeing his youngest child, my younger brother, graduate from college.
His three sons were (roughly) 26, 24 and 21, just starting or about to start their adult lives. He didn’t get to see us become the adults we are today. By most measures, we have all succeeded in many aspects of our lives. I think he would have been proud.
My own kids are now 25 and 22 and I really look forward to seeing what’s next for them. My father never got to meet them but I know they are source of pride for him too.
Happy Birthday, Dad!