For the past few years every August when I celebrate my birthday, I do what probably many of you my age do…. wonder how many more birthdays I’ll be blessed to celebrate.  My dad’s life ended when he was 64.  At the time I was 17 and thought “at least Dad had a good long life”.  Ha.  64 is so very very young. The closer I get to it, the younger it seems. Continue reading “From shelf life to finish line.” →