Father’s Day Weekend

This is Father’s Day weekend and my Dad is on my mind.  He was the middle son of 17 kids and was one of the first to pass away.  He had health issues from WWII which he never got over and through the years the extensive meds and multiple surgeries finally took their toll.  Dad died at the age of 61 from a massive heart attack.  He had just been at our home playing with five year old Paul in our yard – a couple hours earlier.  I was 26 years old and that was 1981.

Sometimes, I still have some many things I’d like to ask him or talk to him about.

Growing up I would spend many hours watching him make something in his workshop.  He loved working with wood and had all the tools to create neat things.  After Mom died years later in 1996, I inherited their large dresser that Dad had made with a variety of wood colors.  It’s very special to me.

So, enjoy your fathers while you have them.  Before you know it their gone and with me . . . that was way too soon!!

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.  I miss you.

P.S.  The web photo is the ship made from the Twin Towers scrap metal.  What a wonderful symbol of us forging ahead and not letting that day defeat us!!!