At any rate, he was, in my terms, a good guy. And though he was indeed liked and respected by many, many people, I don't believe he was always appreciated for his intelligence and perception of other peoples qualities and gifts.
I know that it took me until I was 30 to truly understand how lucky I was to have him as a parent, and the older I get, hearing others stories of their upbringing, that seems to have been greater all the time.
So, Happy Birthday Dad, wherever your spirit may be. Love, LJ