This is one of the last pictures I took of my dad. I have it framed in my living room, right under his geology map that I had mounted on wood. The picture is a little dog-eared from carrying it around with me for so long before finally framing it.

I love this photo because it reminds me so vividly of that impromptu KFC picnic we had, right along the shore of Lake Michigan in Chicago. You can see his AAA map too, something he never left home without. Dad had flown out to visit me while I was staffed on a business continuity project at State Farm with Ernst & Young. We had so much fun that weekend, touring the city, spending time together and just having really, really good conversation.

I’m thankful for that trip because it leaves me with such warm memories to look back on. Of course that makes it harder sometimes too. Looking at those pictures always leaves me happy-sad. Like today, when Dad would have been 66. Which is why I just wanted to say: happy birthday, Dad. I love you.

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