Twenty-seven years ago today, my father died suddenly of a heart attack. He was 69 years old.
I was 27 years old.
Today, I am exactly twice that age.
Dad was the first of the angels to watch over me, but he wouldn't be the last. Joining him (many years later, thank goodness) were my brother, my mom, our dogs, Timba and Hector, and our close friend and co-worker, Mike.
I like to think they're my angels, all watching over us as we make it through the next 27 years!