Tomorrow, April 26, 2017, will be my late fathers 90th Birthday. I used to talk, not fully joking, about what we would do on his 100th birthday. Dad had many close calls with death ranging from a three-month coma during which none of his doctors thought he would recover, lung cancer surgery, multiple cases of pneumonia, serious falls with injuries, and more. Dad died at 88 years and 1 week on May 4, 2015; a day I mark as the second worst of my life, the worst being the day I had a colostomy on May 4, 1994. I still miss him terribly.
I found a picture of my Grand Uncle Ted McCord online tonight and it made me think about Dad.
When I was about 15, our cat had kittens. The family was going to go out of town for a couple of weeks for summer vacation, but the kittens were tiny and not really weaned yet. My mother wanted to get rid of them before we left town. She wanted to simply go somewhere to a different neighborhood and drop off those kittens because “they are cute and someone will adopt them”.