I’m not sure why I never posted this but I feel I should now. Think back to September 2nd of 2018 and you will now know what I did on that very day with my father.
Sixty years ago today an incredible man was born on Friday the 13th. My horror loving heart has adored this fact for about twenty-five years now. This, of course, is not the point. Instead I write about a milestone that my humble father does not believe is a true milestone in life. Instead of a big dinner, or party somewhere, I am writing about a man that has truly shown me what it means to always be there for someone and put others before themselves. Continue reading “According to my dad he is turning thirty today”