In God's CareToday is my father’s birthday. If he was alive, he would be 95 years old today. He died a year before Mikey was born so he never had the chance to know him. Beth only visited him once or twice at the nursing home but she has no memory of him since he died when she was only three.

I wrote about him on his 90th birthday. I never got to spend a lot of meaningful time with my father at the end because of the Alzheimer’s Disease. For many reasons, we were never able to build a relationship when I was younger and then it was too late. Perhaps that is why I try so hard to be a part of Beth’s life. I don’t want her to have any regrets when I’m gone.