Today was my father’s birthday. Since my husband lost his father, I’ve tried to be as appreciative as possible of the fact that he is still here, but nothing brought that home like my dad’s episode with cancer. I am so thankful that I was able to call him on the phone, wish him a Happy Birthday and hear his voice. My dad is not perfect, but nothing puts imperfections into perspective like being faced with an illness that threatens to take someone away.