Well, today marks the 20th anniversary of my father's passing. It's really hard to believe it's been that long ago. I was a 31 year old kid when he passed, just starting to get my feet under me. Still looking for my path in life.
So much has happen in the last 20 years. Some good days, and some bad days. I still wish each and every dad that dad could have been around for both.
There have been many times I could have used his wisdom, and many times when I thought to myself "he would have loved this". I still tear up thinking about how much he would have loved meeting his grandsons.
I can still see his smile, and hear him whistling. Oh how he loved to whistle. I've got a picture of him, holding my dog Dante sitting right next to me on my desk. I look at it daily and think about all the good time we shared. I know that is one of the reasons that I am so good to my children. I hope one day, long after I've left this world, my sons will look at a picture of me and remember all of the great times we had, and feel all of the love I have for them. If so, my dad did his job.....and did it right.
Rest in peace pop. I love you.
William
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