Dad would have been 92 today. It's hard to believe that it has been 25 years since he died. He will always be that 66-year-old man in my mind.. It's funny because Phil is 66 years old right now, but I can't picture them as contemporaries. Mom is a 94-year-old woman in my mind, but when I think of Dad, I think of Mom at that same time period. Dad was such a wonderful gentle man. I picture him with a smile on his face stirring a sauce and offering us a taste to check for seasoning or sitting on the couch reading or sitting on the couch with Mom on a Friday night. They would sit and enjoy each others' company while listening to music and having a cocktail. He was so smart, kind, loyal, talented and very loving. But he liked to have a good time and kid around, too. Remember how he liked to snap that kitchen towel or play horse or liar's dice? We were so fortunate to have him for our father.
On their 40th wedding anniversary
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