MY FATHER CELEBRATES HIS CENTENNIAL TODAY
My father was born 100 years ago today. He was born January 13, 1925. Even though he was a great man, there will be no parades remembering him. No flags will fly at half-staff. No newspaper will regale him in spite of all the contributions he made to his family and country.
He passed away more than twelve years ago. I pay my respects to him and my mother daily. Their photos sit on my mantle over the fireplace. His memory is burned deep into my soul. Donald Trump or Elon Musk or Eddie Lucio couldn't hold a candle to him. He never sought power. He believed in people.
He had one pet peeve. He never liked being call "the old man." He couldn't look at yellow photographs without his eyes watering. He was everything that was "good" about a human being. I wish I were one-tenth the man he was in his long life:
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