Day 3 of Gratitude

Thanks Mom!

After my Mom, of course, I need to thank my Dad. For the first 13 years of my life, this can be an easy task. During high school, my Dad became more distant. After I started college many issues arose between my dad and mom which further strained our relationship, until a breach occurred when I was in my early twenties. My father died of colon cancer at the age of 50 in 1983. How I wish things had been different.

My father of course help raise me, provided for me, read me books, carried me around on his shoulders, help instill a love of cars in me, a love of learning. He loved to play the piano and I learned to love music of all sorts through him. He actively dissuaded me from becoming a doctor, not that I would have been capable. (maybe?) He came to some of my Little League baseball games and loved to watch my ballet performances. He got me excited about going to Culver Military Academy at a really young age. My attendance there gave me the discipline which has carried me through my entire life.

My father was very intelligent. Later in his life, he was troubled. But early on, he was my role model. Thanks, Dad for all that you did! I love you! (and loved you).