On this day

This is my Father, a man I never knew. He died from a heart attack eleven days before I turned one. All these years have been spent gathering photos and stories from others who knew him. I've learned that he was a patriotic man who loved his family and his country. He would have made a career of the Army had he been given the chance. I know that I am my Father's daughter. I have some of his features, especially his nose. I see the resemblance passed down to my youngest son who also looks like him. One of the things that has intrigued me the most is that we have similar handwriting and verbiage. I was given a letter that he had written to my aunt while he was at boot camp. As I sat there reading it, I was taken back by the familiarity on that yellowed piece of paper. It is on this day that I honor his memory.

Happy Father's day to my big brother. You were forced to step into Dad's shoes at such a young age. You have always been there for me. I couldn't have chosen a better mentor. I thank you now.

To my sons, who are wonderful hands on daddy's. I couldn't be more proud of you. Enjoy your day.