16 May 2007


Today is one of those days. My dad would have been 71 today. It's very odd to think about that. I was 19 when he died. A lot has changed in my life, in myself, since that day. It's just strange.

Who would have thunk it, that I'd be back in this state, living in an apartment, driving a Mini, and working the best job at the best place in the state? I think about my career path – if Dad had let me have my way in high school I would have had 14 years of active duty Air Force under my belt. Thank goodness he refused to let me do that, and I was too much of a chicken to defy him. Apparently he knew me better than I knew myself because that was the smartest thing I never did.

But now, I'm working full-time and the greatest place on earth and loving almost every minute of it. I think Dad would be proud of me. I'd hope he would be. I know he'd love that I was closer to home, and the fact that I'm working where I am would please him immensely and maybe make him a little jealous. I'm making my career what Dad always wanted to do, but couldn't.

Anyway, happy birthday, Dad. I love you and miss you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday to the one who helped produce a wonderful precious person. He would be very proud of you. Not just of where you work but your influence on everyone you meet and deal with everyday. You have a great affect on those you come in contact with, weather you know it or not. I know it and see it and I think thats very very special...thanks for being my special friend..anyway,