Strange Day

Well, it's the Veteran's Day holiday (Vets day itself was yesterday), and it also is my Dad's birthday. My Dad passed away in 1990 and it's always kind of tough for me around his birthday, and especially this year because it's his 75th. I miss him tremendously. He was a really good guy, and I always think that if I have half the good qualities he had, I'm doing okay.

What was it about him? I guess the first thing that comes to mind is that he was just generally a kind person. I was thinking about this yesterday - how in his dealing with people, he treated them well. He made a point to never talk down to people - to never make people feel stupid. It made him happy to boost people up rather than cut them down. Seems like there are a lot of people in the world who would do well to follow his lead.

Dad wasn't perfect - he'd be the first to admit that - and I think now that he's not around, I probably put him up on a pedestal a bit, but he sure was a positive force to have around.

He was the type of father who felt it was very important that us kids knew we could take whatever path we wanted to in life - and that he would be proud of us no matter what.

It's funny how kids can sense what their parents are feeling. I was at the dinner table last night, feeling pretty bummed out and missing my Dad terribly, and without my letting on that I was feeling sad, my oldest - Joey (named after my Dad) - gave me a big bear hug that was exactly what I needed. Must be in the genes. My Dad could give a hug that could cure all that ails ya', and I like to believe I'm no slouch myself. It was just what I needed - like Joey was covering for Dad.
Alright - enough sad crap. My Dad would want us to get out and enjoy the day. Good plan.

-George