My dad would have been 86 today . . . if he’d lived past age 52 and hadn’t had any other reason to leave us. I didn’t have to dwell on it too long today because there was so much political hype pouring out of the media outlets, and there was a huge thunderstorm system that went back and forth over us all day.
Still, I wonder how they celebrate birthdays in Heaven.
I hope there’s cake.