Tomorrow is my Father’s birthday. He would have been 93. My Father and my wife’s Father were born in the same year. My Dad was a bit older.
I lost my Dad when he was 42 years old. He’s been gone many more years than he was here. I still miss him.
As I interact with my adult children, I wonder what it would have been like to seek counsel from my Father, to have fun with him, to watch as he visited with my children. All of that would have been great.
My wife’s Dad, Preston Jones, was the only Father I had known as an adult. My Dad died when I was only 18 years old.
Over the years I’ve met lots of men and women who’ve lost their Dads way to early. Men they never had a chance to really know. We ALL still miss these men that had the courage to Father children.
Happy 93 Birthday Dad!
You’ll always be missed. I love you!