I just realized that 2 days ago, January 15th, would have been my dad's 61st birthday. I don't know what made me think of it, I never really acknowledged his birthday - ever. When he passed away in.... 2000? 2001? (my memory is being fuzzy) I hadn't spoken to him in almost 10 years. (We tried at various times the first couple of years, but it became painfully obvious he didn't want to see us - or at least his wife didn't.)
Maybe it's my own health condition and thoughts of my own mortality that bring him to mind today.... I don't know.