November 22, 1918
the birthdate of my father, one of humankind's most unique, intelligent, generous individuals.
That's me and him at a company party in most likely 1961.
He wasn't always easy to live with or understand, but what he left behind was a legacy of which I know he would be proud.
I've done past birthday posts in his honor and if you have a moment and want to see, please click here for last years' and here for my first post about my quirky dad.
This year I'm going to be short and sweet because he was not a man who would want a fuss made over him, but would just want to be remembered.
And that we do.