A good man made his transition today, he was my father. He was an only child, a Marine that fought in WWII, the father of seven children and grandfather to seven, and a great grandfather to another handful. Like most children my path with my father wasn’t always an easy one. However, now that I am a parent, I accept that I might have been challenging. Perhaps we were too much alike. None of that matters any more. What matters to me today is that he is now in a better place with my mother, his parents and all the people he touched in his long life.
I learned a great deal from my father. He led by example with his hard work and integrity-two traits that always made me proud of him. Traits I’ve tried hard to emulate in my own life. I guess I’m lucky that he lived into his nineties and that I made it into my sixties with at least one parent alive. It is kind of ironic that in my younger years all I wanted was to be out on my own, making my own way. Now that my parents are gone I realize that I shouldn’t have been in such a hurry. Fortunately, their love and wisdom remains. Their legacy lives on in the lives of their children and their children’s children. God Sped Dad.