It's Mother's Day, And I Can't Stop Thinking About My Dad

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.