I know this may be a bit strange to write about, but today my father would have been 100 years old.
I also know that if cancer didn’t take him from us, he would have made it to 100.
For those of you who follow my blog, we are of Middle Eastern decent. Big family.. lots of love, laughs and eating…. you know how that goes in big families… and yes a bit of craziness too.
My dad was born in 1912, came to America as a young boy, went back to the old country to choose a wife (yes, choose) and brought my mom back to America to live a bring up a family. A family that grew into the 7 of us.. mom, dad, 4 girls (Joan, Liz, Linda and Judy) and 1 boy (Joe).
Dad was our King and Mom is still our queen. His love for his wife and children was second to none. He was always there for us, no matter what. He would be so proud to see his 12 grandchildren grow and succeed and now his great grandchildren come into this world and join the family. Yes, dad, you now have 6 great grandchildren and 2 more on the way any day now. How proud he would be to see all of this. But, I know he is looking down on us and is proud.
It’s hard to believe the 12 years has passed since he left us, but he is always thought of… always.
It’s interesting that the number 12 is coming up a lot. He was born in 1912, passed away 12 years ago and has 12 grandchildren. l love when that happens.
On behalf of my 4 other siblings and my mom, who is our rock to this day, we want to say Happy Birthday to an amazing father. Happy Birthday, Dad.. we love you and miss you.
Your Number 5
Judy ♥



























