Daddy's Girl

Today is the anniversary of my father's actual birth (as I understand it, the Romanian birth certificate wasn't issued until three days later, so we commemorated both January 9 and 12 as his birthday), and I called Mom this morning to make sure she was okay. There are aspects of my father that I miss dearly, and lots of others that I see whenever I look in the mirror. He was, as everyone would attest, a character, and I think I'm a bit of a character too. I try to concentrate on the things about him that make me smile, rather than the things I'm still having to work out of my system. His line may die out with our generation, but his legacy will remain as long as we remember him, and pretty much as long as I'm around for people to remember me.