Pop looking cool like all he needs is a Panama hat
I was born on my father’s birthday. As a kid I didn’t
like it much because I didn’t get to have my special day all to myself. There
were times when Mom made two cakes just to make me happy. Over time though, I
began to like that Pop and I had the same birthday. We began to plan what we
wanted for dinner and agreed on the same kind of cake. Pop was more interested
in the icing than the cake so that was easy.
Pop at work in the U.S. Weather Bureau at the Airport
Our driver’s licenses came due on the same year, so we
used to plan what “costume” we would wear for out license picture. It became
fun doing these and other things on our birthday as the years went by. Mine was
the one birthday he never forgot.
Pop and me
Sharing a birthday with a parent is a mighty wonderful
thing…until you can’t share it anymore. In honor of Pop I play his favorite
bagpipe music and, while I’m listening to it, I am sharing my birthday with him
again.
Happy Birthday, Pop!
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