The day you reached your "ultimate age," as the life insurance folks have described it. Thirteen years. Four thousand, seven hundred, forty-nine days, and not one of them that I didn't think of you or see or hear something that reminded me of you.
A picture of my father as a young man in the Air Force. As he put it, "I successfully defended Denver against the Koreans!"
There's a small room of each of our hearts where we store our sorrows and loss. We try to keep that door closed and locked, but suddenly a date or event comes along that causes us to open the door and sift through this room. It brings both smiles and tears. Today is one of those days.
I miss you Dad.
It is amazing how often poker bloggers write of their deceased fathers. If only we could get them back for one day. I hope those memories will inspire you today.
ReplyDeleteThanks light.
DeleteFunny, today would've been my Dad's bday. Nice post and nice pick. xoxo
ReplyDeleteThank you my dear :)
DeleteWell said.
ReplyDeleteYou brought a lump to my throat, Duck. Very well put.
ReplyDeleteYou know that small room you talked about? I hate that fucking room.
I hear ya brother.
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