Today is my dad's birthday.
If he's still alive, he's turning 62. I haven't seen him since late December, 2005.
I hate the guy. I've never liked him. I always considered him the sperm donor that just kept showing up for dinner. I'm glad that I had an example growing up of how NOT to be a father. I grew up telling myself, "I am never going to be like him".
And, I'm not.
Happy birthday, dad. Thank you for (inadvertently) showing me how to be a good parent.