Today’s my father’s birthday. He’s not here with us anymore–at least not physically. But in ways too many to measure, I find him still in the best of those who knew him.
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.