This was Dad and me at the beginning of this past December. I had a choir concert at church, and he and my stepmom came. I remember thinking on that night, that no matter how old I get, he loves to support me in all my endeavors. He does this by coming to concerts I sing in at church, and in reading what I write. I'm so grateful for his influence.
It's crazy to think this handsome fella will be eighty-nine years young on the 29th of this month. He still looks so great! I have really good genes in my family, both in him and in my mom. Neither one of them look their age.
I had grand plans to celebrate his birthday by having them over for dinner, but I suppose we will postpone that. Trish and I are cooking up an idea, though...
We're still hanging out on Fridays, though not during all of this crazy time. I am looking forward to getting back to it, I feel like it's been weeks since I've seen him. We've been talking on the phone every couple of days, though, and texting all the time.
Such is life, for now. I am glad he texts and that he and Sandy are staying well and keeping to themselves. (You should SEE his emoji usage.)
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