Tomorrow is my Dad’s birthday. It would be his 78th birthday, if he were still alive. For a long time, Dad’s birthday brought a lot of sadness. He died at the age of 70 after fighting – really battling – cancer for nearly 10 years.
Today, though, I am thankful that joyful memories have overtaken the grief.
Now, as Dad’s birthday approaches once again, I smile as I think of the last happy times with him. We gathered as a family for his 70th birthday. This picture is from that day. I’ve written about it before, but it just makes me smile when I look at it. Dad died less than two months later. I cherish the memories of his last birthday and will dwell in that happiness tomorrow.