Thursday, June 18, 2015
Sunday is Father's Day, and I'll be traveling to Longwood delivering Daughter to Girls' State, therefore not spending it with my father.
Middle and Baby Sis will take over the celebratory responsibilities in my absence.
Although his entire life has been riddled with not-so-minor health problems, he's always had the right attitude, which he declares is identical to Confucius's philosophical outlook: "Don't worry about it."
Just yesterday he said a doctor told him his heart--which was defective from birth--is "perfect."
(Usually he's told he's almost perfect, so the promotion to perfect is reason enough for him to celebrate.)
Click here for a 2008 blog post bragging on my father.
He really is perfect.