Today, dad would have been 70. There would have been a celebration. But today I still mourn. I still grieve. All day yesterday I wondered... Who gave you permission to leave? We had this conversation few days to your passing...and I pleaded with you that if you saw the great white light approaching, you should turn back and not follow it. You said ok.. it's not ok. I still grieve. Happy 70th dad. Miss you and miss talking to you.