Thanks For The Birthday Wishes...

 This is what 66 years old looks like on me. Before you say "it looks like them tictok teens making bathroom selfies" (this was her idea) I'll tell you that my dad passed away when he was 66 years and 5 months old. My mom lived till she was 95 and I have quite a few first cousins older than me with some of them still pretty spry ranging from 75 to 95 or so. It's not really fair to cry bad genes. 

When I think about what I thought about my dad way back those 32 years ago when he passed it does feel like I am nosing the boat so to speak into unknown waters. It seemed at the same age my dad was a slow old man or at least that's what I thought. Maybe he was as he was starting to get sick and I was a dumb young man who maybe did not know as much as he thought he did at the time. Makes me wonder what my kids think (I really know what they think, I think) about me at the same age and makes me think that those waters might not be what I don't know but what they don't know. To make it all more mysterious makes me think about if we all know anything at all. 

Thanks to all the folks who reached out through social media, texts, phone calls, sent cards, gifts, or bought me a birthday dinner. It's a humbling experience to know how many people think about you in a special time. I'll try my best to follow the example my fine friends set as I continue to navigate the waters of life.