September 11 has been a solemn day since 2001. It was my father's birthday since 1944, long before terrorists hijacked planes and killed thousands. He passed away in 2012 from cancer. My parents divorced when I was a kid. He eventually moved away, and I only saw him occasionally. He moved back into the area, and we'd connect every so often. We had similar personalities, and we both enjoyed reading.
One book we shared was Flags of Our Fathers by James Bradley. The book tells the story of Bradley's father, who turns out to be one of the famous flag raisers on Iwo Jima during World War 2. Looking back now, it seems fitting that we were sharing a book about another father and son. I still have the very same book, and it has a special meaning for me, and I'll always keep it.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
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| My Dad in 2002, holding my oldest son Joshua. |
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