It seems somehow fitting that on this morning, the day my wonderful father would have turned ninety-one years old, the most jaw-droppingly beautiful and bright shooting star crossed the sky in a brilliant blazing arc on my short walk. A truly spectacular sight.

Missing you and thinking of you with great love dad, now and forever. (Also pondering once again with gratitude how incredibly fortunate I have been in this life…)

P.S. Shooting star photo not mine, no credits found…