My father was the type that would give everything to his children. All he ever expected was that I do the same for mine.
He was a shining example of the face of God if I ever saw one. I should only ever dream to be as good a man as he was.
I realize how lucky I am to have known him for 28 years. How lucky I am to have had such a great dad. I know that not everyone is so lucky. I still miss him of course. I still see his face. But it’s getting harder to hear his voice. The more I try the more I hear my own.
It is my turn now to show my son the same compassion, forgiveness, and support that my father did to me. It is the way that things should be.