Eighty
Today would have been my father's eightieth birthday; in a few days, on 17 March 2023, it will also be ten years since he died.
8 March 2023
Seventy seven
Today would have been my father's seventy seventh birthday. I still think about him every day and often wonder what he would think about things. I figure that he would support Trump just to upset my mom and confuse everyone that though of him as an intellectual.
8 March 2020
One Year On
It has been a year since my father died.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him in some way. I mostly worry about my mother and hope that she is doing ok generally or with some seasonal chore that my father used to do. Mostly she is fine and things have been getting better and better for her.