My Dad …

My dad would have been 90 today. It was tough to get a hug on camera. I never had to wonder if he loved me or believed in me, though. No matter how I looked or how profoundly I messed up, he seemed to know and trust the best of me. I was still his Jan-Jan. And … he is forever my dad.

Happy Birthday, Dad. You got ahead of me; I’ll catch up. You know I will. And you know how much I love you. I’m still in Love School, though, learning to do it better. Jan-Jan