"a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,"
And today was a day for all of that.
It would have been my dad's 89th birthday today. I don't know why I felt that loss so keenly this year...maybe the date just snuck up on me. He's been gone for nine years. For a moment this morning I wept. But I thought about his dry sense of humor and how good he was - at anything he set his mind to, and to people - and it made me smile. I'm grateful for the memories I have and for all the things he taught me. Those things made it a good day.
He was a good man.