If my Dad had lived, he would be 100 years old today.
I suppose that's not significant to anyone but me, but it is a focal point for reflection.
A century has passed since the birth of my Dad. A lot has happened to us individually and as a country and for that matter the world.
Depends on your view, but a lot can occur in a hundred years. I believe a lot can come down in even lesser time.
Plans are made, ops carried out. They can be very long range. They can have detours but lead back to a focus. These are made for weal or woe.
Naturally, weal and woe can mean something different depending on where you are at. In other words, a collectivist and a Restorationist have opposing stands, thus disappointment to one is frequently success to the other. Perhaps in miniscule ways and bit by bit.
And over a century a canvas or mosaic is laid out.
I'm here because of my Father biologically and also, to a degree, mentally and spiritually.
I am me because of many things. My Dad was the start as was his Dad and forebears, also mine.
Likewise, I am the start for my kids etc.
The next century already unfurls for weal or woe.
Happy birthday Dad.
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