Missing Dad

Today would have been Dad's 75th birthday. I wonder what he would have thought of facebook and cell phone use and texting. I wonder what he would have thought of DVRs. I bet he would have loved his DVR. I imagine him being so tickled to be able to pause the TV when the phone rang or to be able to pause the TV just to get a beer. I can imagine him complaining, "Why does Kate keep texting me? Why doesn't she just call?" Because my mother always asks me the same questions.
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I wonder what he would have thought of blogging? I bet he would have gotten into it and tried to hit on all the ladies. I can imagine him planning trips to go meet his blogger buddies. I know he would have been proud that we elected a black president, but he would be irritated by the current extreme partisan politics.
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He would have been very proud of our team. We've won two national championships since Dad died. I always think of Dad so much during basketball season. And when I hear certain songs, or anything by Pink Floyd. Dad missed a lot in the last thirteen years, but I'd like to think he has missed me the most, cause I sure do miss him. Happy Birthday, Dad.