03 April 2006

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It's after midnight. I'm watching the Chicago White Sox play the Cleveland Indians on TV.

My father would have been 81 years old today. He died not quite three years ago.

When I wished him a happy birthday in years past, it always seemed that he smiled all the time when I wished him a happy birthday. Now, I'm remembering his smile.

Happy Birthday Dad.

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