Yes, I know.  I’m 52 years old; however, I’m officially beginning my 53rd year. 

I love these yearly anniversaries.  They reflect the milestones, and they press memories to the front.  

Why I miss my grandparents, Leroy and Donna Barmes, their parents, my uncles, Garry and Ron, I’m always blessed for my mother, brother, and family. 

At 11:59 PM, Thursday, September 24, 1964, Mother, finishing up her second full day of labor, prepared to leave for the hospital. 

It was not until 6:03 PM, Friday, September 25th, that I was born. 

Fifty-one years are now behind me.  It’s been an exciting life, and a life filled with loving folks, life-trials, countless career opportunities, and the chance to be a dad. 

I cannot pass this day without sending out a message to Mother for her continued love, and encouragement through the years.  Thank you, Mother!

Here’s to the commencement of year 53!

First portrait

Four generations

with Uncle Ron