A sunny, bright January day...

[fajrdrako]

My father was born January 8, 1919. He would be 93 if he were still alive.

For many years, I got a bad case of flu when his birthday came up. I hated it! I assume it was just timed to be after he Christmas holiday exertions, the heart of the cold weather, and the dark days.

That hasn't happened in years, thank goodness, but I still think of it on his birthday, thankful that I feel healthy.