Saturday, June 5, 2010
A Single White Rose
Five years ago today, my Dad went to Heaven.
Every single day, I miss him.
For years, my Dad and I worked together...I was often called his PitBull. He's the kind of guy who would give the shirt off his back...at times when running a business the reigns needed to be pulled, so that was my job. He offered the mailman, the UPS driver, the FedEx driver a glass of ice water each day...or if it was lunch time, he'd fix them a sandwich to take on the road. Nobody left my Dad's house thirsty or hungry. He truly enjoyed food and encouraged the six of us to take a taste of everything. I have yet to meet a more determined man. He was determined to have a lung transplant before his 65th birthday (the cut-off age) and he had that transplant just months before his birthday. He was determined to live right up to the end, and he gave it a damn good shot.
I'll go to the cemetery today and leave a single white rose at his grave. He knows my heart, he knows how much I miss him and most of all he knows how much I love him.
I love you, Dad...