A letter to my dad on his 90th birthday
I'm going through old emails today, doing a little e-purging as part of my daily regimen in my new job: throw away at least one folder of outdated material from the file cabinets in this office and remove from my email items connected to my old job. I found this email I sent to my dad last year, just a week or so before his 90th birthday. I had to write it early, because we were planning to surprise him on his 90th birthday by showing up, all six of his living children, to join him for his morning run that day. If I hadn't sent him something about his birthday before then, he might have known that something was up, so I made sure I got this off to him early. I should have posted it here then. He doesn't read my blog, but if I'm going to post things about other people that I love, I should post this, too. He's the reason I run. He's one of the anchors of my faith. I don't think he's perfect, but I would not ever wish to have had a different fat