Today he would have turned 66 years old and I miss him.
I remember being around 5 or 6 years old and helping him change the oil on his 55 Chevy Nomad in the parking lot of the housing in Büren Germany. I remember watching him lace his combat boots, hands moving like lightning. Watching him grade papers.
I remember watching him endure pain throughout his life, quietly. As much as I desire to emulate the man that he was, I struggle. In fact there are times I just feel lost, my tongue is too loose in my head and my problems flow too freely on my blog. I wonder if it is because I really just want to talk to him about them.
You have many of your father’s best qualities. You’re a strong, exceptional man, father, husband and son, you need to learn his self confidence and realize how proud you have always made us.
self confidence is definitely something that does not come naturally or easy for me.