Dad's day

I realized today that it'd been awhile since I'd made a blog entry. So much has happened since my last one, that I think I'll break tonight's entry into several different ones.

Last night, I didn't get a lot of sleep. I'd dose off and then suddenly awaken. Some of it could be attributed to the heat, as we're having a string of very warm and humid days after a fairly cool August. But after I got going this morning, I realized it could also be that in the back of my mind, I knew it was the anniversary of my father's death. Oddly, I nearly forgot. I have so much on my mind these days, so I guess it's understandable.

So many people have gone. Yet, I know they're not really gone...but the selfish part of me wishes I could have them all around me again...Dad...Mom...Curt...John...and so many others.

One thing that is really a part of Dad that remains here is his legacy: his children and grandchildren. I just think about every time I see his grandson play baseball. I see Dad there. And believe me, if there was a way to be there, he would be--for his grandson and his granddaughter, too. He would be so proud of his grandchildren. And his youngest child, who has done a wonderful job, with his wife, raising those two. I hope I can make him proud. Sometimes I think I'm doing it, sometimes I feel like I fall short. But my goal is to try to be like him, as he was the best dad ever.