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.

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