Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall, I've Become My Father, After All

As my dearly departed father grew older, it became increasingly difficult for members of our family to figure out what to get for him as gifts. He wasn't picky. He just never presented any clues for things he wanted or needed. Christmas, his birthday and Father's Day always presented struggles. It was to the point where we were almost upset with him.

Here I am - on the cusp of middle age (today's 50 is yesterday's 40). While I have no children, I have a beloved wife and a beloved dog. My wife informed me that the dog had a difficult time figuring out what to get me for Father's Day. It isn't that I don't like and am not grateful anything I receive as a gift. Like my father, I seem to pretty much have everything I want.

So, it seems like I may am becoming my father. I won't complain, since he was a pretty good guy.