A letter to my Dad on this Father's Day, June 15th, 2014

Dear Dad,

I’ve never written you a letter before, and on this Father’s Day, June 15th, 2014, I felt compelled to do so.

It’s been 8 years since you’ve gone away, and I have to say, it’s been difficult at times to not have you around.

Now that I am older, and have kids of my own, I am reminded of the times we spent together. The things we did, like popping popcorn, loading us up into the Pontiac Safari wagon and driving out to (then) Weir Cook airport to watch the commercial jets take off and land, even the times we spent out at the speedway, eating Pringles and drinking Cokes, these things have been engrained in my memory.

I remember sitting in your lap in the living room, looking at the nicotine stain on your finger asking you what that was. I can hear and feel your breathing as I laid my head on your chest, waiting for you to tell me it was time to go hop into bed. The smell of your English Leather, the road trips you’d take us on to see your clients, and letting me talk on the CB in the car.

They are just memories now, but they are all I have left of you.

I know that you didn’t have the greatest childhood and even adulthood proved to be difficult for you as well. I get that, as I am also finding that being a grown-up has drawbacks. I understand what you were going through, and where you were coming from.

The things you did, like working on the cars in the driveway, your insatiable interest in flying and auto racing, viewing  the stars, then later, wood working and home remodeling, all these things you shared with me, are the things I now do and that are second nature to me.

And I thank you.

I don’t think you realized how much of an impact sharing your dreams with me made. They have made me who I am today, and therefore, I am an extension of you.

Down to our physiques.

You have blessed me with a blonde mustache, which adds variety to my goatee. I have your belly, and I’ve noticed I have your fingers. This makes me feel closer to you.

So, in closing, I want to thank you for being my father. We had our good times, and we had our bad, but through it all, we continued to love each other, and forgive each other.

I’ll be seeing you,

Your son,

Dave

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