21/365 August 24th. Today would have been my father, Harolds, 82nd birthday. I miss him every day and think of him often. Whenever I hear The Living Years I cant but help but think about my own journey with my Master Sergeant. He was the foundation upon which so many ethics, beliefs, actions, fond memories and sacrifices were built. The last birthday gift I gave to him was a bobblehead of his favorite SF Giant, Buster Posey. It was just a small token to show him that I was thinking of him and hoping along with him for another World Series Championship for his Giants. I wish I could have had more time with him. I have never known a finer man, a kinder and more patient mentor (and believe me, I pushed the envelope on several occasions), a Father who would, as I became older, become my trusted friend and most reliable male confidante. Even though we were separated for many of those birthdays (his and mine), we always took the time to talk and wish each other a Happy Birthday. Our weekly phone chat was usually about the mundane; how was work, how was Kathy and how were his grandchildren, whatever plans we may have both had for that upcoming week....I never realized then how extraordinary those conversations would become until they had ended. I will visit his graveside to make sure that I continue the tradition. Im tearing up now, and Im slowly beginning to lose it For what its worth, his memory abides and he dwells in my heart, in my thoughts and in my deeds. I love you and miss you Dad. youtube/watch?v=APXwdkdhC2c
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 05:55:25 +0000
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