I have a wonderful dad. He’s devoted his life to taking care of his family–providing for us, supporting us, cheering us on. I’ve always known I have a great dad, but never more than this past year. He was diagnosed with Parkinson’s. Rushed to the ER with bleeding ulcers. A few months later, he came down with MRSA. Yet he and my mom have never complained. I think at their age, they’ve figured out that complaining doesn’t work. When being admitted to acute rehab for the MRSA, the doctor asked him if he had any history of depression. He pointed to my sister, my mom & me and said, “I’m a pretty happy guy.” May we all live to believe that about life. Love you, Dad!