My Dad has been gone 5 years now. It does not get any easier contrary to what many say.....I miss him more with each passing day. Not a day goes by that he does not drift into my thoughts....remembering some small thing that my Dad may have taught me in my youth to help me along in life. How to change the oil in my car, the proper way to use a paint brush, drive a nail. Simple things that I now find myself teaching my sons. He taught me by example to work hard.....my Dad worked 3 jobs his entire life to make things good for my family....and they were. I was fortunate to have my Dad for over 36 years of my life....many are not that fortunate....I realize how fortunate I was. I never for one moment took my Dad for granted....always realizing how much he cared for us. My last memory of my Dad happens to be a fishing related one. I was at the time living back with my folks as I had seperated and divorced. I had been fishing for stripers for a few years by this time and my Dad knew how much I was enjoying it. I was loading my gear, rods and tackle, into my truck in the driveway in a hurry as I wanted to catch the tide just right. I looked up at the front door and my Dad was standing there watching me with a funny, approving smile on his face. I looked at him for a moment and he just nodded his head and grinned as I jumped in the truck and headed off. That was the last time I saw him as he passed away suddenly just a couple days after that. I always felt that that was his way of saying his goodbye and that he knew how much I loved fishing and that he was happy for me. So though he is gone, he is not forgotten because I owe everything to my Dad.
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