Today, April 30, 2002, is my Father's birthday. Had he lived, he would have been ninety-one years old. Sadly, he died on Wednesday, February 28, 2001, exactly two months before his ninetieth birthday. Not only was he my Father, he was, also, my best friend, and, even though I helped to care for him during his final years, he was active throughout most of his life, and he was young at heart throughout all of it. I surely do miss him!