So here I am, 39 years old, wonderful, loving wife, geat job, the future bright and full of possibilities. And each day when I wake up I think of my Dad... and how I can be, not just like him, but as near as I can get. As a husband, as a future father, as a man. He, I am sure without ever being conscious of it, set for me, what it is to be a Man.
Starting this blog has been more difficult than I imagined it would be. I am filled with a sadness as I write that wants to take over. Wants me go hide and cry because I know my Father is getting sick. His Alzheimers progresses and the Daddy I know will eventually fade and I am not there for him. I took a job across the country and I know as a result I will miss so much of him.... I dread the day when I come home and I am a stranger to him. This sweet, loving and compassionate man who raised me and loved me no matter what.
My hope is that heis proud. Proud of me as his Son, and proud of himself for doing such a great job. For showing me not through lecture or speech, but through pure example what it is to be a man.