My dad turns 60 today. It seemed like he was 55 for the longest time and his ‘getting old’ was something that would happen, eventually, in the future. But at 60, he’s old. I worry about him now. The rest of his life feels more like a countdown now than a future and that makes me sad. I love my dad. I can’t explain it very easily because there’s so many reasons. He told me yesterday that he’s worked for his employer for 37 years, but if you actually look at the number of hours he’s put in, he’s worked about 44 years. I mean he’s crammed in an extra 6 or so years of work, so that he could provide a better life for his family. This just amazes me.
Another reason why my dad is great: Daily Delight #27.