Dad died two years ago today. Life hasn't been the same ever since. I rarely talk about my feelings in a public forum, but it's worth saying that I've never missed anyone as much as I miss him.
I sometimes get angry when I see all the weird, malicious, and downright idiotic people who populate this world, and yet Dad can't be here. There are people who willingly throw away their lives through crime or other means and go on living to old age, but Dad can't.
The world is not a fair place, but Dad's integrity and compassion will never be forgotten. He wasn't a celebrity or a millionaire or a war hero, but he was an honest, reliable, and intelligent person.
In a world that turns on deceit, greed, and stupidity, Dad had what really counted. I will always be grateful for that.
"Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."
I sometimes get angry when I see all the weird, malicious, and downright idiotic people who populate this world, and yet Dad can't be here. There are people who willingly throw away their lives through crime or other means and go on living to old age, but Dad can't.
The world is not a fair place, but Dad's integrity and compassion will never be forgotten. He wasn't a celebrity or a millionaire or a war hero, but he was an honest, reliable, and intelligent person.
In a world that turns on deceit, greed, and stupidity, Dad had what really counted. I will always be grateful for that.
"Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."
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