January 14th was my father’s birthday. He turned 47, and it is kind of amazing to me that he is still so damn young. Father’s have that knack for seeming like timeless and ancient figures that have been around forever and will contionue to be around long after you are gone. Yet your concious mind knows that they are mortal, and one day they won’t be here any more.
My father is an interesting character. He wasn’t always the best “dad” to me, and I can’t say that I even know him that well. I couldn’t tell you what his favorite foods are, what kidn of movies he likes, his favorite color, or any number of those inane factoids you learn about people through silly internet surveys. But what I do know about him is fascinating to me. And more importantly, I know that he is on the very short list of people I know that I love and who return that love unconditionally. So all in all, I’d say he is a good guy.
