Long time coming. In September my sister and I decided that April 10th would be our dad’s “Birthday” and official day of remembrance. Dad died in April of 1996. He was as short as me and a food chemist who worked for Coca-Cola, which was at the time sponsored by Heineken. I already knew this. But I, we, recently learnt he loved fish, fine cuisine, swimming, bringing fresh fruit home from the market after work, and that he was probably born in January. That’s it. Now you know as much about our pops as we do. Happy Birthday Dad, thanks for giving up your life so that your wife and children may live on. Bless to the man with no tombstone.