“Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father!”
~Lydia M. Child, Philothea: A Romance, 1836
70 years ago, one day after Germany signed the military surrender that ended WWII, a boy was born in a hospital in Sydney. Can you imagine the joy that his mother must have felt? It must have seemed like all was right with the world again. The war was over…and she had a son, a brother for her daughter. Now I’m sure that there were many sons born that day to relieved and overjoyed mothers, and in a world where amazing, scary and emotional things were happening in rapid conjunction, David’s birth mightn’t seem that earth-shattering.
But it did change the world…..my world and the world of many who know him. Because that baby was my father and on the last day of May, we got to gather together….. one wife, nine children, eighteen grandchildren and many in-laws, family members and friends to celebrate what a wonderful, giving, quirky and gently loving man my father is.