He turns 97 on Thursday

When I say, "Okay Dad, talk tomorrow.."
there's a pause in my heart now.

Goodbyes feel different. They carry weight. They
carry gratitude. They carry tears you don't always
expect.

Today he said,
"You're a beautiful woman and a lovely daughter."
And then, "I love you.

And I had to steady myself.

There is no promise of tomorrow
Not because he is 97 -
but because I have lived long enough to understand
how fragile life can be at any age

So with him, I live in the now. Fully. Intentionally.
Gratefully.

Every call is a gift.
Every "I love you" is sacred
Every moment is borrowed and blessed.

He is 97 years of strength, resilience, and quiet
wisdom.

And I am so thankful I still get to call my Dad 💗
I don't take these calls for granted anymore.

Hold the moments you still have. They matter more
than we realize.

Say the 'I love you'.
Every time.

#nonagenarian
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