My father, Tom Russell, Duncan's Papa Tom. Today he is 62. Yesterday we took him a few dozen eggs from the chooks. It is such a weird gift, but he is difficult to buy for.
Dad's birthday always makes me a little sad. He is a life-long smoker and I lost my own grandfather at 67 from lung cancer. Each year sneaks a little more fear into my heart. We don't have a perfect relationship, maybe too much alike, but I love him and Duncan adores him!
Duncan's middle name is Thomas and I prayed when I named him that he would earn some of Dad's finer qualities.
Happy Birthday, Dad!