Happy Birthday, Dad!

Dad smiled and looked at me when we were leaving the Roman Coliseum. I answered back,"Check!"
That was us ticking off the our bucket list of places to see together. I was so happy to see him so happy that day. I miss him terribly now that I live in Hong Kong.
Knowing him well, he's probably sitting in his little corner in our house enjoying a bottle of San Miguel while listening to Edith Piaf or Harry Belafonte. He's the simplest man I know; he enjoys little pleasures. I wish all men were like him.
To you Dad, cheers! I love you and miss you everyday. Gonna get you a pack of Leffe soon.