50 years ago today, my father passed away from a fatal coronary heart attack in Honolulu. He was 51 years old. They didn't test cholesterol and they didn't know a lot about the hazards of cigarette smoke.
I still miss him. I was always sorry he never got to meet Cheryl. I see his personality in Brad. They both love to invest in the stock market and take chances. He would be so proud of both Brad and Cheryl for their accomplishments.
Every year my mom would hate January. She had a good reason. In 1949 on January 20th, my dad's older brother passed away. In 1958 on January 24th his mother died and he passed away in 1971 on January 22nd. I wish I could shake this about January but I am always happy to see February arrive.
On our walk today, Cec saw a flower on a bush! I should have taken a picture of it. One small red flower, but it gives hope of spring.
