Today is my Dad's birthday. I have this picture from his childhood, with his mom and dad, my grandparents. I do not remember my grandmother at all. She passed to God when I was very young. But my grandpa and I had many fond times together. I remember mostly the time he always had for me; how he would listen, tell a story, and especially his easy, slow laugh. Now my Dad is the grandpa and his own father gone too. From the Child to the Father to the Old Man, time is a funny thing. Time flies, they say, and you don't believe it, the days dragging on with work and busy-ness, until one day you look back with wonder, and if you are lucky, buckets full of gratitude for the love and life you've known. Me...I'm feeling lucky! Happy Birthday Dad!