Here's a repost for Dad's 115th birthday. I'm dedicating my church service this week to him.
So short a time together; enough jokes to last a lifetime. When I see Brigid draw a Shelbert cartoon, or Matt make a good pun, or Tom impersonate a store customer, or watch my funny little grandbabies, I know it's in their souls to spread sunshine in a world that needs it more than ever.
Miss you Dad.
Brian
Monday, September 20, 2010
Happy 100th Birthday Thomas Black
Dear Dad:
Happy 100th birthday. We spent a lot of time with Mom over the weekend doing little things to help her in her new apartment. One of the last times I saw you twenty-five years ago, you said to take care of her, and I hope we're all doing a good job at that.
Any time we see anyone who emigrates to America and talks her down because she's not perfect yet, I think of the patriotic Irishman who came here when he was 12, loved his new country, and worked two jobs on two phlebitic legs and a bum ticker to support a family of six. I never heard you complain much, except maybe to "stop that roughhousing" when the boys and I were fighting on the second floor. Sorry if we ever woke you up from a well-earned sleep.
your son,
Happy 100th birthday. We spent a lot of time with Mom over the weekend doing little things to help her in her new apartment. One of the last times I saw you twenty-five years ago, you said to take care of her, and I hope we're all doing a good job at that.
Any time we see anyone who emigrates to America and talks her down because she's not perfect yet, I think of the patriotic Irishman who came here when he was 12, loved his new country, and worked two jobs on two phlebitic legs and a bum ticker to support a family of six. I never heard you complain much, except maybe to "stop that roughhousing" when the boys and I were fighting on the second floor. Sorry if we ever woke you up from a well-earned sleep.
your son,
Brian
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Brigid
Very well said.
September 20, 2010 at 4:19 PM
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