July the first, of 1926, is the day that my dad was born. Now that he is gone, I think of that a lot. I remember that he always used to say to me, I would never remember the things that he told me, but I remember a lot of things that I thought would just go away. But the memory is an interesting thing.
I remember things like, “I never want to hear of you disrespecting your mother, or talking against her. She is the only one that you will ever have.” This was told to my brother and I on the day that he, and us, found out that they were getting a divorce, and that dad was going to be living in Albuquerque, New Mexico……when we lived in Gunnison, Colorado.
But even though this post probably will not be a long one, this is my tribute. My tribute to my dad, on the day of his birth, July 1st.
The year that he died was a hard one for me. He died on February the 14th, of 1998. That day also was my 11th wedding anniversary, with the wife that I had at the time. She died one day short of two months later, on the 13th of April. And to make things worse, about a week before my dad died, I lost my job in Printing. At that point in time, I was living in Spokane, Washington and my dad was living in Vancouver, Washington.
I regret that when I lived in Washington, that I didn’t go to see my dad as much as I should have, now that I can’t, but I know that he is around….watching over me and my new family. So, in that vein….I want to wish my dad a happy 82nd birthday. I love you and always will.
God Bless you.
God Bless America
God Bless our troops….always
God Bless my readers, my listeners on BTR, and my viewers on Youtube. And God bless you my dad…..