It seems like just yesterday, yet it’s been ten years now since my Father passed away. Father’s day is the holiday that hits me hardest, however, his birthday is a tough one also. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him or the wise words he shared. The love he exuded, yet could never bring himself to say or express. He was of that generation.
he was not a talkative man, but when he spoke people listened because they knew and valued his judgment. The ever present “coffin nail” (his words) dangling out the corner of his mouth. His work worn and weathered hands that were capable of such gentle touch. That mischievous grin that lit up his face so many times.
I miss you Dad.