Saturday my Daddy will turn 69, he does not look 69 and he still is in great health. I always thought 69 was old, but now it seems very young, Happy Birthday Daddy! Saturday, my son Evan John, would have been 8 years old, I miss him, never got the joy of seeing his first steps or hearing him call me Mom. Never got to watch him play or crawl . It still hurts and the worse thing is it still hurts my Dad, his Grandaddy. That is the part that really breaks my heart, my Daddy was the best father, regardless of his opinion of himself in that respect and he was an even better Grandfather. Evan's middle name was after my Paternal Grandfather, I know Daddy was glad we named him that. Happy Birthday my Baby Boy, Mommy Loves You!