In my fathers foot prints

I've felt I was walking in his footsteps, even though I wear bigger size shoes than he did now, I still see myself in his shadow.  I think most of us feel the same way. My dad died in 1995, 50 yrs after marrying my mom, raising 10 kids, working against the odds for most of his adult life. Good thing he worked for good ol Chef Boyardee'

My dad was what I always hoped to be, I used him as an example of what I should be as a Husband and father should be to my girls. Even though I am not him and I did not always stay on the right path, I almost always walked in his footsteps.

I am certain he would have approved on this logic. A cross between a hard working white color computer programming supervisor and a local produce farmer. We must have driven him crazy with tearing up cars, causing him numerous nights without sleep, constant worry, always there to lend support, fair minded and even tempered man.

If you goofed up, just admit your mistake or what you did and move on and try not to make the same mistake again. Never shy, stood his ground on many issues, not always popular and almost never politically correct, you could be in a crowded room and he would make you feel as if there was only the two of you speaking. Never looked down at anyone.

My example for you here today is about a son of a man, who never had a man in his life. My grandfather was killed when my dad was 7 hrs old, around 1925 in upstate New York while cutting lumber. I am humbled to be known as his son, grateful to be the second youngest of five boys, changed forever being given the chance to pray with him nightly when he was dying of cancer, never fearful, always following in his foot prints... Love you and miss you Dad hard to believe it's been 17 yrs. Your son....Jim