21 years ago, my daddy died after a very short (6 months) battle with lymphoma. He was young....just 59 ~ 1 month short of his 60th birthday.
So back to the title ~
I can't even imagine my daddy being 81 years old ~ which is what he would be tomorrow. OK, I can't even imagine 65, 70, or 75 either. I also can't imagine ~ how our lives would be different with him here, or how he would have loved his granddaughters (Amy was born almost 2 years after he died, or if circumstances surrounding one of my children could have been different, or watching him with 3 tiny great grandboys, or watching him & mom grow old together.
The Lord had another plan for Daddy and for us.
But no matter how much time passes ~ there are 3 Cash girls that miss him bunches, there are 4 grandsons who remember the fishing, hiking, camping at Bills lake fun they were blessed with, there are 8 additional grand children and 3 great grandchildren who know Grand daddy Bill through the stories they hear.
I can't imagine!
Happy Birthday & love you Daddy!