They are called daddy, dad, father, papa, the old man, the parental units, and lots of
other titles. To me he has always been 'dad'. And a very good one at that.
He's 80 years young. The number is hard to take in as he's full of life. He has a memory
that puts me to shame. An enthusiasm about the future. The next adventure. And the
hope of seeing someone around the globe that he loves as much as the next one.
He obviously loves his family. But to him 'family' means about anyone.
And so.... Happy Birthday to my dad. Glad we can spend it
with you today!