Today would've been my dad's 47th birthday.
We went to the cemetery today and put flowers and balloons by his grave. I hope he liked my rendition of 祝你生日快乐 ("Happy Birthday" in Chinese), even though I was pretty much blubbering when I sang it.
You know, I'll never understand this, but the only thing my dad ever wanted for birthdays, Christmas, you name it — were socks. He even told me one time that I could get him "a rock with some mud on it" and he'd be happy.
That's the kind of person he was.
I suspect, however, that he also spent some time in a super-secret organization learning the dark art of Gift Guessing, because he always made a big show of guessing his Christmas presents with 95% accuracy.
That's the kind of person he was.
I suspect, however, that he also spent some time in a super-secret organization learning the dark art of Gift Guessing, because he always made a big show of guessing his Christmas presents with 95% accuracy.
"Oh, I know what this is . . ."
Don't say socks, don't say socks!
Happy Birthday to your Dad, Danielle. ((Hugs))
ReplyDelete@Just Margaret
ReplyDeleteThanks, Margaret. *hugs*
Happy birthday to him from here, too. Well, your dad's in good company for wanting socks - Dumbledore said that he wanted them in the first HP book, by the Mirror of Erised!
ReplyDelete@Talia bat Pessi bat Feige bat Ita bat Gittel
ReplyDeleteA true HP fan! That makes my heart happy. XD
Happy Birthday Danielle's Dad!!! And he was smart! Nice, clean, new socks feel wonderful. :3
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