Remembering...

Today is the one year anniversary of my father's passing last November. To say that I miss him would be a huge understatement. I can, without any hesitation, say that he was a great father, my personal hero, and my best friend. One memory of my father that is burned into my brain was the day that I had to tell my father that his father had passed away.

I was sitting in my parents house in Winchester, KY when I got the call from my cousin Darin. He did his best to tell me what was going on, but quickly broke into tears. Unfortunately, it was now my responsibility to tell my dad the bad news. I was going to be leaving that night, and knew I wouldn't be able to tell my father before he got home what had happened, and I wasn't about to tell him through a phone call. I left to meet my father at the house where he was teaching a small group.

I came in and asked dad to come to the back part of the house where I could tell him and mom what had happened. I had to watch my father crumble and weep tears that I had never experienced before. His love for his father was the same as mine for him. He always told me that he idolized his father, and all he ever wanted to do was make him proud. I knew exactly where he was coming from.

As I remember my dad today, I pray that I will one day be the same friend, father and hero for my son. Could there really be anything better?