Dad turns 100 - remembering....
Had he lived, my father would turn 100 today. But he didn't: he made it to 76, and that was that. His death remains a mystery: why he stopped taking his blood pressure medication is beyond my comprehension, and his death certificate listed a disease that we never knew he had.
I remember walking into his bathroom while he was shaving one morning. I asked him what the most exciting thing that ever happened to him, and I thought maybe he would talk about being in the army or some other wild and crazy thing he had done, but without a pause he said, "having you kids."
My dad didn't get married until rather late for that time; he was well into his 30's, and my mother was 13 years younger than him. I realize now that it must have been quite the scandal. It was an okay marriage, better than some, worse than others.
But he did love us kids; he hung in there for us when we hit rough spots, and always good for a laugh. Whenever I pull a good prank, I think about my dad. And when I think about being a good dad, I envision him.