My dad would have been 88 years old today if he had not slipped into the power take-off of his farming equipment back on a sunny day in December of 1967.
Sometimes I imagine he is on a long trip and he just shows up and says "Sorry it took me so long."
Other times I imagine his reaction to modern devices. He was a man who considered himself speeding if he drove down the road at 45 mph. My imagination runs rampant every time I try to watch football. The line of scrimmage being painted on the field and then erased by some computer always causes me to imagine technology baffling him.
Happy Birthday, dad. We have missed you terribly for the last 40 years.
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Yes, for the first few years, whenever we went away (on vacation or to New Hampshire), I expected him to be there when we got back to the farm. . . and was always a bit crushed when I became cognizant that he wouldn't be/wasn't there. . .
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