Had my dad lived three more months, he would have been 99 years old today. 99! That’s so hard to imagine.
If you’re no longer a young whipper-snapper, you probably recognize that weird phenomenon of getting set on a certain age. No matter what nature does to you, no matter what the calendar says, that’s how old you always consider yourself to be. For me, it’s 40. That’s how I see myself.
Last year I was talking about that to my dad, and I asked him how old he felt in his mind. Without missing a beat he said, “60.” He paused and thought for a moment, then he added, “It always confuses me that my children will soon be as old as me. How can that be?”
Getting older is a great thing. But I thank God for allowing my dad the honor of living for almost 99 years, and still being 60.
Happy birthday, Dad. How amazing it must be to celebrate it in heaven!
“We are always the same age inside.”