Today, 4/26/2010, would have been my father's 89th Birthday. It's been a year and some months now since he's left this earth and so many things has come up since then. I still thank God for the time we had together. Unfortunately, there is the business of death that's been difficult. It was hard for me to focus on my sorrows this past first anniversary. My only grandson was sick himself and landed in the hospital with phnemonia. That was more important... the living. Dad had signed his name to a will that didn't leave me anything. Was that important to me? I suppose all my life there were a couple things I knew, that my parent's house and the Apra Hts property would be mine. All else, up for grabs! My parents had asked me before my mom died, if the Florida property could go to Vince, my father's son. No problem I thought, thinking and probably hoping it will go to my nephew, Vince. I live in the west coast, and really had no desire to travel to Florida. I heard Vince loved to vacation there. My parents even asked me to give up the property my biological parents were giving me. And that I had more than enough. Funny how things work out.