Today it would have been my dad’s 75th birthday. It kind of defeats the purpose to celebrate a milestone that it was never achieved, but January 5th will always be my dad’s day.

As I was remembering him today I thought of his insistence to help so many people. An altruist, he was one of those people that gave himself away to too many people. One of those larger-than-life figures, I guess. Not only on my eyes. He truly treated it each person as he or she was the most important and that happened with more than his family and friends. That happened with every patient he crossed paths with. To be honest, every patient ended up becoming his friend. In fact on the most surreal moments of my life happened at his funeral. So many people crying and saying he was their best friend and confidant. Hundreds, maybe even more than thousand saying the same thing and there I stood realizing that my dad was a man who belonged to the world.