Such a Perfect Day

Today my father would have turned 98, but he left us much too early, now less than a month short of 25 years ago. It is kind of hard to grasp. I will always remember his birthdays, they were such Perfect Days, never a cloud on the sky, and always a big family gathering.
I am hardly ever in Norway on his birthday anymore, so I though that this would a good way to commemorate the date.