My Dad would have been 90 years old today. I try to imagine him at 90 and I can't. He died at 76 of pancreatic cancer. Truly the most horrible disease.
One of my favorite photos.
We went to a great party today, celebrating my aunt's 90th birthday. Dad's sister-in-law. They were born a day apart. It was wonderful to see my cousins and hug my feisty, cheerful 90-year-old aunt and wish my dad was here to enjoy the day.