Monday would have been Dad's 66th birthday! It was a bittersweet day. Several different emotions went through my mind. One of the things that helped with my grieving process was to grow out my beard, then cut everything except a mustache in honor of Dad. When I was a kid Dad had a mustache. It was the 80s and let's face it we all made bad decisions in the 80s. I won't discuss my Michael Jackson phase. Here is an old birthday picture of Dad and a picture of my mustache in his honor. Don't worry, it came off later that night.