it's his party and i'll cry if i want to

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.