January 14, 2022

Today would have been my dad's 88th birthday (he passed away in the summer of 2014). He still visits me pretty frequently in dreams, and little things -- sometimes aggravating, but more frequently warm or just plain silly (I know who I inherited that part of my personality from) -- continue to remind me of him in my waking hours. The old adage about our loved ones never really being absent from us is true, as long as we allow the seeds they sowed in us to continue to sprout and bloom.

My father liked bourbon, so I made myself an old fashioned at 5:00 and toasted him.