My father was responsible for
the good qualities that I learned. I now realize how difficult the
job of being a parent is.
A parent often has to do what is best - even when the child doesn't
fully understand. Sometimes the job hurt Dad - much more than I knew
during childhood. Once or twice I witnessed a tear or two falling
from his own eyes.
I know he was not truly appreciated until he
was gone. He taught me what it was to be loved, and he strived to keep
our family strong. He always put the needs of his family
before his own. He was a very special man, and I will
hold him in my heart for as long as I'm alive. I hope
that as long as I remember him and pass down his memory
to his grandchildren, and their children, his memory will
live on forever.