This is my dad as just a young child, of maybe 4 years old.
Today marks the 10 year anniversary of his passing.
Someone said to me today, "He seemed like such a gentle soul." Kind words indeed.
That isn't however what comes to mind when I think of him. True, he had a bit of a soft side, but he was reserved in showing it. Words that may better describe my dad might be, headstrong and loyal. I can't pretend that we always understood each other, but I do like to think that towards the end of his life (he was sick for 18 years before his passing) we came to a quiet acceptance of one another.
He was a talented man and a dedicated one as well. It was hard to have front row seats in watching his gradual decline, but along with that, came time enough for forgiveness. I pray his soul is at peace...
that somewhere he is trout fishing with his old fishing buddies up in the sky.
I do miss him dearly at times.