Today is my 56th birthday. I don't even know how old that is. I feel a lot younger. I went for a run after having a morning practice with my soccer team. I have trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that I'm that old.
The worst part is that my dad always called me and wished me a happy birthday. That didn't happen today. I was sleeping this morning and suddenly it felt like someone touched me on the shoulder and I woke up. No one was in the house but me and the cats.
I think my dad told me happy birthday. I've always believed in angels after a major injury while I was a police officer that nearly claimed my life. I remember my dad had a hard time getting over that. Almost as hard as me goining to Vietnam. Now I know my dad is an angel and that's cool. You may think I'm nuts, but that's what I believe.
I called my mom and we cried about the fact that dad visited me. We are both convinced that the way he worried about his kids, especially me, he is still definitely looking out for me and his famiy. Through Vietnam and the police he never stopped worrying. When I retired he took a deep breath. When he touched me today, I took a deep breath. My mom his happy he is still in her life. Me too.
I'm listening to a new Van Morrison album, "Still on Top" and enjoying myself. I also got the movie Gran Torino with Clint Eastwood. My dad loved him. That was an awesome movie. I also got books. I'll write separately about one of them later.
I think I'm still on top.