my dad's birthday was monday. he would have been 89. that sounds pretty old now. he hasn't been around since 1991, which is also hard to believe.
my biggest disbelief is that he was gone before my kids were born. i like to imagine what he would think of them. i'm sure they would drive him nuts, but he would be crazy about them anyway.
i didn't want to have kids as late in life as my dad. i was born when he turned 49, and he wasn't exactly pedaling around with me in a trailer. but, make no mistake, he drove me and my brother to just about the ends of the earth so we could do our thing. he made us breakfast before the sun came up. he was our personal alarm clock and pack pony. all without saying more than 10 words a day.
i write this as eli is keeping us up yet another night, as he has nearly every night of his short life. i'm guessing now that i did the same to my dad. kept him up nights. ruined his carpet. broke his expensive knick knacks. spent his coin collection. kept him up worrying where i was. wrecked his car.
i guess that's just what dad's do.