10 Years...

November 4, 1997...I got the phone call no one really wants to get. "Come home...they took your dad to the hospital." I probably shouldn't have driven myself there...I was kind of a mess. By the time I got there, they were keeping him alive with a breathing tube, but he was already gone. My mom and I let him pass quietly and life was different from that point forward.

I can't believe it's been 10 years. Time really does fly, whether you want it to or not. I still miss my dad, but I'm so grateful for the 20 years I had with him. I've spent a third of my life without him, but what he taught me in the first two thirds is enough to last me the rest of my life.


So, thanks dad. Thanks for driving me all over the place, for teaching me long division a good two years before I learned it in school, for our daily outings to get a snack after class, and for putting up with me in general when most guys your age were settling into retirement. I would never want any other dad but you. =)