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...
8 comments:
What a loving tribute. Thankyou for sharing this with us.
He sounds like a wonderful man and a great dad...God Bless him.
I hope your business was pit beef, that is one of the things I miss about baltimore. Your dad sounds like my kind of guy.
Your dad sounds wonderful. I totally understand your feelings. Mine died in Dec. 2010, and I miss him more now than when he first passed.
It's been almost 38 years since I lost my dad, and I still think about him every single day. It gets easier, but you never stop missing them! Your dad sounds like he was a kind and gentle soul. Wish I could have known him. Love you!
Now I know where AM's heart comes from.
What an nice tribute, he sounded like a good man!
Oh he sounds wonderful. What a lovely tribute. God bless you, AM.
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