I loved my Dad

For years, we celebrated my Dad’s birthday on February 9^th. That was what was listed on his birth certificate. But Grandma Laura said he had been born on the 8^th. She lived to be over a 100 and her mind slowed but never faltered. Dad started celebrating on the 8^th in his later years. I think he was tickled that his granddaughter’s birthday was so close to his own.