Today is my father’s birthday. This would have been his 100th. It has been twenty-five years since he left us. I miss him. I’m the youngest of three brothers. I recall my parents telling me that they were actually hoping for a girl when I was born. I appreciated their honesty. As my father said,… Continue reading Happy Birthday Dad
I called my father’s parents Grampy and Nan. I never knew my mother’s parents, both having passed before I was born. My parents were know as Pop and Nan to their grandchildren. Three years ago, when my daughter first told me she was pregnant, I started to give thought as to what I wanted to… Continue reading Gramps?