Big John is sixty today.
When I was growing up he was there to celebrate every birthday with me. The last birthday I celebrated with him was his 49th.
I know this is so cliche', but the older I get the more I realize how similar we are even though when I was younger I said I would never be like him. (Nothing personal Dad, I was just a huge asshole when I was younger. I'm sure you remember.)
Each time I make an inappropriate joke, kiss my son goodnight, or go out of my way for a friend or a stranger I realize I am becoming more like him.
This is what he told me about turning sixty Had I known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself.
Happy Birthday Dad! I love you and miss you!
P.S. How awesome is this creepy picture of us?! We totally look like zombies.
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