But my Dad died when I was four years old and I don't really know that much about him. I recently told my mom how much it means to me, how the best gifts she's ever given me, are stories or tidbits of information about him.
Like when she sees a certain smile my son gives in a picture and she says that is so your Dad, I am thrilled.
For me to learn that he loved a cake I find positively disgusting is actually a really cool thing.
It's the cake my son picked for his special birthday treat.
This is not a sad post. This is a post rejoicing in family! It's funny how generations are all bound together by more than looks.....and I find that completely wonderfully awesome.