Today would have been my father's 83rd birthday. I couldn't let this day pass without remembering him. Although my father was one of the most generous people I've ever known, he never really was big on presents or cards for himself; he always told me I was "just wasting my money." But, one of Dad's favorite foods was ice cream and so during the two years he spent living with us, we would always have an ice cream cake to celebrate his birthday. I can still see him sitting at the table, enjoying the ice cream cake and then he would ask for another piece. Here's a picture of Dad on his 80th birthday - the final one before he passed away.
I love and miss you Dad. Happy Birthday!