I got the call – 38 years ago today. “Your dad has had a heart attack. Get to the hospital quick.” By the time I got there, he was gone.
But this isn’t about his death. It’s about his life.
I loved my dad. I’ll list just ten of the zillion reasons, in no particular order.
- Dad taught me to love and respect my mom.
- Dad taught me to reverence God.
- Dad taught me how to throw a ball.
- Dad took me to Astros baseball games.
- Dad led the prayer over the Thanksgiving meal each year.
- Dad took me camping – a lot.
- Dad bought me two saxophones – and never missed a band concert.
- Dad taught me how to play chess.
- Dad made my pinewood derby car every year in Cub Scouts.
- My pinewood derby car won the race every year in Cub Scouts.
Yes, I loved my dad. I still do. He was a child of the Depression, a World War II hero, an entrepreneur, a business owner, an incredible husband, a great provider, and the best dad I ever knew anything about.
What about your dad? There’s never a bad time to reflect on the good times you once shared – and if he’s still alive, to make more good times.
I miss you, Dad. I always will. Every single day.