Happy Birthday Papa!
My crazy mother (God rest her soul) ranted daily at my father about how his hard working, beer drinking, cigar smoking, steak and potatoes eating, soda swilling, twinkie snacking was going to kill him. Worse yet, he wasn’t just going to die, but he was going STRAIGHT to hell- Do not pass go, Do not collect $200, because he was a heathen.
Well Mom, I miss you to pieces, but I know you are watching from your perch at that Deluxe Scrabble table in heaven, drinking your shot of wheat grass, shaking your head saying, “I CAN NOT believe this man outlived me.”
Sometimes it’s just good genes.
Happy Birthday Papa! We love you.