My father would have been 88 years old today.
He died when he was 62 years old.
I can't help but think of that whenever this day rolls around. Indeed, it's easy for me to think of as my birthday is the prior day, May 25. By odd coincidence one of his cousins shares my birthday, May 25.
Hard to believe he's been gone 26 years.
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