Today would be my dad’s birthday. He was born 110 years ago. And he’s been gone thirty-eight years. Happy Birthday, Dad.
Taken on Dad's last birthday, May 1975
(my sister is at his left shoulder)
Age has been on my mind lately. My father died at age 72 and so did my father’s father and my mother’s mother. But, even though I’m in the last days of my 72nd year, I’m not worried about dying any time soon – at least not from ill health.
Mom and Dad with little Paul
My mother thought she’d go at 72 just like the others in our family. She actually started planning for it by giving away a lot of her things. From the day my dad died when she was 68, she kept saying she was ready to die too. But she was tricked. No matter how much she wanted to follow in her husband’s footsteps, she lived to be 94.
So whose genes do I have – my dad’s short-life or my mother’s long-life genes? Only time will tell.