That is, if he weren't dead. He died when I was 5- a little older than Victoria and a little younger than Trevor. Today would have been his 65th birthday- officially an old man according to the Federal government. I can't imagine him at this age, but he would have been an awesome grandpa. He knew the best magic tricks, the funniest jokes, and played the best games. There are so many times when I've missed him, but no more than now when I have kids. I wish he were here to see my kids grow up and to see me be a mom. I think he would be proud. He would have encouraged Trevor's artistic tendencies, adored Sophie's sweet temperment, and howled at Victoria's defiance. In a way, though, I still see him every day in Trevor's intelligence, Victoria's blue eyes, and Sophie's laughter. I think he's out there watching and guiding just as a great director would.