It is hard for me to imagine that my father has been dead for almost ten years. When he died, he had just celebrated his 81st birthday. Today would have been his 91st birthday. He was part of the greatest generation. A generation who fought a war, returned raised their families and worked hard.
I often think of my father, he was my best friend. We could talk for hours on any number of subjects and I was never bored.
So on this which would have been his 91st birthday, I raise a glass to Old Pops and toast him to a life well lived; whose legacy is his sons, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
Dad, thanks for the memories.