I am grateful for my Father.

Some from my very young days, so long ago, might be surprised by this.

I had a very volatile relationship with my father while growing up. Hell, I had a volatile relationship with everybody when I was growing up.

I was the hell in that sentence.

However, we had a very close, loving relationship the last years of his life—and probably had a lot closer relationship in my youth then I give credit for.

It has come up a bit this week, what a wonderful man he was… a good human. I look forward to being with him again; not rushing it, though. 🙂