Thought about Dad today. Think about him a lot, but it’s his birthday, and you know that I come out of blog hibernation every time there’s a milestone day about Dad — birth, death, Father’s Day.
This year, at dinner, out of the blue, I thought about what gift I’d have gotten him if he was still around to get it today, what would have been his 84th birthday. I’m pretty sure I’d have ordered him an Apple Watch, just as I’m sure I’d have gotten him an iPhone 6 Plus when it came out, and I’d have justified it all by leaning on the health tracking aspects. If not for mesothelioma, he’d surely have made it to 84, and he’d have been playing tennis every day all the way through. That was his goal- playing tennis into his 80s, against younger opponents, driving them crazy by returning every shot, just like he used to see an old tennis hacker named Hank Beck do at the Y in Jersey years ago. Hank Beck was his role model, and if not for asbestos exposure, he’d have been the next Hank Beck, and that was all he wanted.
Okay, maybe I’d have bought him a new racket, too, to go with the watch and the phone. He’d have told me no, I shouldn’t have, but he’d have loved it all. And that was always MY goal. Hope I achieved it before it was too late. Happy birthday, Dad.