Dec. 8 is a Catholic feast day, though it’s been so long since I’ve paid attention to anything Catholic that I’m not sure which one it is. I want to say the Immaculate Conception but then how would you explain a birth three weeks later.
At any rate, more importantly, it was my dad’s birthday. He’s been gone for over twenty years now. And still when I meet someone who is kind and gentle and just plain good, I immediately think of him. He was one of the best people it has ever been my privilege to know. If there is a god and if there is a heaven, both god and heaven are lucky to have him there. He can only make it a better place to be.
