July 13, 2011
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Dad
Today marks the start of the 73rd year of my father’s life. And I’m sure I should get him to write a post about his life and the changes he has witnessed happen in the world about him. I stop and marvel at times what the worls was like when my dad arrived. How simple it was. My dad was raised in a rural village in south central British Columbia on the family farm. And to my knowledge the family farm still exists, one of my grandfathers brothers was the last owner and as far as I know, it has been handed down that branch of the famly tree. However I digress.
Life was admittedly much much simpler 73 years ago, and yet society still evolved. My dad has lived a great life, he lived all over Canada, in Europe, helped raise five children and served his country by joining the military during a time of relative peace in the world. Dad taught me to use my hands, to build things, create, to cut wood, drive a tractor, to enjoy the serenity of the world around me.
Happy Birthday Dad.
Here’s to another well lived 73 years.
