My dad was born on July 11, 1948. As a kid, I always thought his birthdate was a little funny, maybe because it sounded lucky or maybe because of the convenience store chain. I can’t quite remember, so maybe both.
My dad died at the age of 60, almost 5 years ago. It’s hard to believe it’s been 5 years. I still miss him daily and will always miss him. In tribute to what would have been his 65th birthday, here are some pictures of him in his heyday.
Happy Birthday, Dad.