Happy Birthday Dad


Today would have been my father's 74th birthday, but as many of you know he passed away a year ago November. For many years I had a tempestuous relationship with my dad, but when he got sick, we each found a way to put aside the things that for so long had seemed so important to us - important enough to argue over, fight about, or not speak to each other for years at a time. It's ironic that the very thing that proved to be the catalyst that would allow us to find our way back to one another would ultimately take him from me. In the last years of his life, we each worked to find a balance - a respect for one another not just as father and son, but as men. The once character-defining differences that so often left us at odds faded away into obscurity - they simply no longer mattered and in truth, probably never did. At least not as much as each would have had the other believe. In the end, our time here and with the ones we love is over in an instant. No matter how long we have, it's never enough. We will always be left with the ache of wanting just one more sunrise with family and friends. Unlike when I lost my mother five years ago, I was with my father when he died - holding his hand, rubbing his head, telling him how much I loved him and how proud I was to have had the opportunity to be his son. Happy birthday, dad. I miss you and mom so, so much.  [pexyoutube pex_attr_src="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLbOBoa8vD8"][/pexyoutube]