10-23-21 I can’t imagine you at 82
Today would have been my Dad’s 82nd birthday. The problem is he was only 64 when he crashed his float plane and died. I wonder some times what life would be like if he were still around. Other times I am grateful that I didn’t have to watch you age and ache. I get it now, the T3s and Scotch each evening, waking up early when they wear off. The slowing pace getting in and out of vehicles, the fear of getting hurt as the healing takes longer. Now that I am only 6 years younger than you ever were, I understand how truly young you were when you got your permanent wings. I wish you could have known your grandchildren. I know you would love them and would have been incredibly charmed by the boys, losing your heart to Emmy. Gene is doing your name proud. He is tall and strong and a hard worker.
I miss you and know you would be proud of us all.
Today I turned my thoughts inward as I worked to finish off my bathroom renovation. I am happy with the result even if it isn’t perfect. Papering over paneling can only look so good. I do love it though.
triumphgal 