Breath of Relief...

[fajrdrako]

My father was born on this day in 1919.

I'm still not quite used to his being dead; don't need to send him a present or a card, and phoning him would be... tricky. A posthumous Happy Birthday to you, Papa.

For many years, I got sick on this day, or a day close to it. Flu. Probably because of post-Christmas exhaustion, extreme cold weather, seasonal germs, and a bad immune system. Today, I feel good. It's always a relief when I get to this day without illness.