More like my Dad…

I wish I could be more like my Dad. It’s been almost 2 years since his passing and sometimes I miss him so much I cry. Still. After 2 years…

We didn’t always agree on things, but he was always supportive and never got angry even when I was <ahem> vehement on my position. Unlike me…

He was a busy man, but he always made time for family and put family first. In particular, no matter what he was doing or how important it was, he’d stop and make time to talk to me when I needed to talk. Unlike the way I am with my two sons…

He had a strong faith. He didn’t just talk about it, he lived it. Unlike me…

He was a quiet, modest man, but he would speak out – strongly – when he felt he saw some injustice or unfairness that he needed to speak out about. Unlike me…

He was tough but fair, and always calm. No matter how badly I screwed up he would always talk to me about it – no yelling, no swearing, no etc. Unlike me…

So now I just got an interruption and I’ll have to finish this post later. Not handling it well. Unlike how my Dad would have handled it…

I wish I could be more like my Dad…