For my Dad

Today is my Dad's birthday;  he was 54 when he passed away,  54 years ago . . . I was eighteen then,  and only started to take notice of the father figure in my life.
But, there was not enough time left to really get to know him, the way I would like to know him, today.

Today, I am twenty years older than he ever became. And many times I feel I will never have the wisdom he had at 54.

Sigh. I miss those days.