About the time he turned 30, he became my dad.
I owe a lot of things to my dad, starting with my interest in music and writing.
I would say I also get my sense of humor from him. It's the kind of humor where you don't know the direction of the jokester's train of thought, or if he is really joking.
Dad chose to celebrate his 72 years on the planet relatively quietly. We went to his favorite Chinese place, followed up by a visit to my sister's for lemon cheesecake that was to die for.
Ironically, on his birthday, I also visited his mother a.k.a. my grandma.
I would not be here without either of them.