Saturday, January 29, 2005
Today, January 29th, is my father's birthday.
If he'd lived, he would be 88 today, which means it's been almost 20 years since he died.
I will probably, as I can, turn today toward a Remembering Dad Day. I know we'll both enjoy this. The weather, I think, will cooperate. He loved storms. Remembering him today while it storms away will allow my mother to enjoy the storm. If we're lucky, if his spirit is moving over the fronts and currents, we'll get more snow than rain.
I'll try to remember to do some baking while she's up. No errands to run, everything's done, so we can stay home and snug, today.
I will probably, as I can, turn today toward a Remembering Dad Day. I know we'll both enjoy this. The weather, I think, will cooperate. He loved storms. Remembering him today while it storms away will allow my mother to enjoy the storm. If we're lucky, if his spirit is moving over the fronts and currents, we'll get more snow than rain.
I'll try to remember to do some baking while she's up. No errands to run, everything's done, so we can stay home and snug, today.
