In two weeks I will be the age my dad was, when I was born. Today, June 9, he would have been 66 years old. After golf, Scott and I went to dinner and I had a margarita for him.
More than half my life, I have been without his presence. But he and his spirit affect me every day. He was a landscaper and "plant nerd". When I planted our yard, his words and his guidance were with me. I think he would be proud of what I have done so far.