My dad was a salty old Korean War vet that was the toughest, hardest working, most decent, honest man I have ever known. Dad was unselfish and placed his family above him and his needs/wants every time. Dad was the best role model and life lessons were taught not so much with words but more so by the way he lived. Dad passed November 30, 2020 from Dementia and Parkinson's and it was a rough last year for him. Miss him every day.
Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.
Every day I perform some task, or use some thought process that he taught me.
We had our differences, even broke apart and I didn't speak with him for 13 years but we reconciled and those last nine years were great.
I'll see him again.
"Not in an open forum, where truth has less value than opinions, where all opinions are equally welcome regardless of their origins, rationale, inanity, or truth, where opinions are neither of equal value nor decisive." Ken Howell
Lost my Dad June 4th of this year at 425 AM. I was holding his hand as he took his last breath. I will be honest and say I am not handling it great. I miss him immensely every single day. When I moved home, I bought his house and he lived with us. I am forever grateful for the time my boys got to spend with him. I have been sorting through his stuff which seems to make my feelings come out more. The only "good" feelings I have are cataloging his guns and the couple hundred miles I've put on his Goldwing Trike listening to Johnny Cash and Elvis.
To know my Dad who literally grew up dirt poor had built such a legacy, acquired such wealth (financial, material, and more importantly in friendship) as a blue collar man has made me reevaluate my life a lot.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, used up, worn out, bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and a .45 in the other, loudly proclaiming WOW-- What a Ride!"