It’s March and the Slice of Life Challenge. Thanks toTwo Writing Teachersfor providing space for writers
This was taken about 1957. Dad was thirty-four years old. Today it would have been his 96th birthday. It’s hard to imagine.
He didn’t allow polio at six months to ever define his life. When my brother asked him once why one leg was shorter than the other, he responded, “What do you mean? They both touch the ground.”
Dad was larger than life. He filled a room and had everyone listening. Always funny, he would deliver a daily joke long before you could have Google send one to your phone.
He said what he meant and meant what he said. I know this from the tinker toy incident. You always knew where you stood with him.
And he would go out of his way to do good things for people. Every March 24, he send roses to my friend who shared his birthday.
He did the crossword everyday and loved cribbage. I wonder if at 96 how he would manage. He probably have lots of irascible things to say about today’s world.
Dad, hope you’re telling lots of jokes wherever you are today.