By the time this post reaches the internet, it will be the week of my Dad’s birthday. He’d have been 65. He died when he was only 50, and I was only 26. My Dad never saw me get married, or met my children, or did so many things that I wish he’d been around to do.
I wanted to focus on missing my Dad in this post. As much as I missed him when I was young and single, I miss him even more now that I am married and with children. My son and daughter would have loved him. And there is no doubt in my mind that he would have adored them. They only know of him from my stories and the picture of him when he was in his 20s in the Air Force hanging in our upstairs hallway.
He was the type of man who seemed to have infinite patience with his children, or at least that’s how I remember things. I can recall sitting on our picnic table on the back porch, looking up at the sky, and asking him any and all questions about life, the universe and everything that came to my seven year old brain. He seemed to have an answer for each question and was always willing to answer just one more.
While my father had his own personal issues, he always had time for his children. When he spent time with us, we were his focus and the most important thing in his world. I hope that my own children feel half as important to me as I always felt I was to my Dad.
On this anniversary of his birth, I just wanted to say…
I miss you Dad. You’d have been a great Grandpa.
by Rocket Science Mom
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