...the most influential man in my life, my dad, was born. The year: 1923. He came into this world in a place called Utopia. Texas. Hard to top that! Dad died in 1990, but the older I get, the more I think of him with gratitude.
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Tomorrow.
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I wish I could've known him better. Hard to believe he would've been 86.
I always think it is so much more positive to remember the birthdays of those who are gone rather than the anniversaries of their death. Happy Birthday, Sam's Dad - I guess by 1990 you knew you'd done an OK job in raising him!
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