Today is Abraham Lincoln's birthday. It is also the birthday of my Dad. Dad would have been 60 this year. He always told us that he would never live to see that number so we should have been preparing ourselves all along but we didn't.
Sometimes, I am still angry with him for not taking better care of himself so that he could be here to have fun with his grandchildren. But it is an emotion that is wasted. He was who he was ... and we loved him. I can only hope that he is like I think he is ... everywhere around ... watching all the time ... the gentle snowflakes that tickle the faces of the kids while they play ... the gentle breeze that helps keep them cool in the summer .... I hope that he sees the wonder and the beauty that is his family. We miss him ...not just on his birthday .... but every day.