October 3 was my daddy’s birthday. A couple of years ago, I wrote this post about him. He was a great Dad. I thought I’d share it again.
Each year on this, his special day, I thank God for my daddy’s love and example.
|Daddy showing off his new birthday shorts|
decorated with Jack-0-Lanterns & Bats.
If my dad were alive, he’d be 103 today. And if he hadn’t had a second bout with the horrible Big C, with his good genes, he might have been with us yet. (His dad lived to 96, and the doctors said Daddy had the vital signs of a young man.)
But as it happened, the cancer that started in his colon turned up in his lungs and brain several years after we thought he’d won the war. Before we knew it, he was gone. He lived about six weeks after symptoms set in, and marked his 84th birthday one day before he died.
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