My Dad's Birthday

There's just no man like my dad… 

I bet a lot of sons say this about their fathers. That's nice. But my dad was truly one of a kind. 

Hard-working and devoted to his family, I was too messed up in the head in years past to see all his qualities until much later in life. By then I was in prison. And in spite of all my crimes, my dad hung in there and continued to love me and believe that good would eventually win out. And I believe he saw the good come through. But it took a while. It happened when the Lord came into my heart.

My dad and me on the day of my Bar Mitzvah (age 13) Photo - Copyright © AriseandShine.org

I have many good memories of my father, like when he took me to baseball games, and when he said goodbye to me when I left home to serve in the Army. While a few of the sad ones were when his wife and my mother Pearl died at the age of fifty-two, and when I was arrested in 1977 at the age of twenty-four.
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My dad has been on my mind a lot because today would have been his 113th birthday. He was born on May 2, 1910, and he passed away on March 4, 2012, just two months shy of what would have been his 102nd birthday.

Happy birthday, dad!

D.B.