My Dad turned 84 yesterday. It is hard for me to put an age with my father. Eighty-four sounds like an old man. My father is not even close to being an old man. Sometimes he likes to try out being an old man, by pretending he can't hear us or not standing during the singing at church, but at home he is strong, sharp, and brilliant.
Here is something I know: there are few men like my father. He is compassionate, witty, hard-working, generous, brilliant, and deeply spiritual. Here is another thing: I married a man who become more and more like my father every year. And that is a very, very good thing.