Every year on this day I stop and think about the greatest man I ever knew. My daughter remembers him. She was six when he died. My son was just a baby. He never got the chance to get to know his grandpa.
I often wonder how my son would have been different if the two had spent time together. His life would have certainly been enhanced. I can imagine Dad taking my son, John, fishing on the pond or taking him down to feed the cows. I’m sure there would have been many hours spent around the barn or picking vegetables in the garden.
But that wasn’t meant to be. Dad passed away at the age of 64 about one month after his birthday. This years marks 14 years since we lost him.
Now my son only knows of Daddy through our stories. Some of you have met him as well. Beneath the Mulberry Tree is based on his struggle with cancer.
Whenever the family gathers, it’s inevitable that some long forgotten incident will come up into the conversation and we’ll all end up laughing for hours. Those are the best kind of family gatherings. Sitting around the dinner table laughing about adventures long since forgotten. It’s how I will spend most of my day today, with my mom and my sister, celebrating life and remembering the best Dad anyone could hope for. I don’t know what stories we’ll tell but I know there will be laughter.
Today as always, I love you Dad. And I miss you more than you will ever know.