It’s my dad’s 100th birthday. Yes, you read that
right, my dad made his big debut on July 29, 1917 in the San Luis Valley of
southern Colorado. He has been gone for almost forty years. What I
remember the most is the love that my dad had for his family. We were his #1
priority in his 62½ years.
My dad showed his love by his kindness. My younger brother
shared one example of when I was posting memories together of my parents. While
my brothers were being potty trained, my dad taught them to put the seat down
after they were done. And the seat was usually down when I used the bathroom. My dad was just teaching my brothers respect for women. I struggled with math and I
remember that my dad would sit me and help me with my homework. I appreciate
the time my dad spent with me and for the unconditional love he gave to me and
my siblings.
I still feel my dad’s comforting love that he has for me and the
rest of his family (extended as well as immediate.) When I had a scan years
ago, I felt my dad’s presence. He has comforted me from time to time through the years. The latest being the day after Father's Day when I had another procedure. This past February, I got reminders to be kind
and look for kindness; because my dad knew that was what I needed at the time.
My dad’s legacy lives on.
My dad’s legacy lives on.
