Today is just about the definition of bittersweet. I am as lucky as any father could be – my children are the most amazing blessings I could have ever asked for. The other side of the coin is that I miss my father terribly. I miss him for myself, and I miss him in the lives of his grandchildren.
They tell stories about him. They sing the songs he taught them. They are like him in many ways. He is, in other words, remembered well. I try to remember him well in my own life; to live the lessons he taught me and to honor the man he wanted me to be. I don’t always know how well I’m doing.
I’m like him in many ways, though there are more than a few in which I’ll never hold a candle. I’m eternally grateful that he was my father for all the years I had him, and I’m as blessed as a father could be, myself. The rest will come as it will.
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