My Dad reached the ripe old age of 64 today. Congratulations to him and congratulations to me.
Last year he had a little celebration on the he reached the age his Dad never did.
My Dad was a young man when the Beatles released When I'm 64. It must be a surreal moment for him, thinking back to then, how he might have perceived a 64-year old then and being one himself now. I don't thing he is like the olden days 64. He'll always be about 40 to me.
A day to count my blessings!
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