Sometimes the dates that are etched forever in our mind are collective, sometimes the dates that are etched forever in our mind are singular and ours alone. I woke up this morning and could not sleep and did not know why. As I was trying to get back to sleep it hit me: Ten years ago tonight(1-2-2004 and I dont know the official time of death, my dad physically left this earth, and went to the world I call Heaven. I had it all worked out this morning as to what I was going to say but now that I am actually sitting here to do this, it seems all those words and thoughts really are just not enough but I still feel since it has been ten years, something does need to be said. My dad did not have an easy life. My dad only completed the 8th grade in school because being the oldest of three children he had to go to work to help support his father, mother, younger brother and younger sister. I think my dad was okay with quitting school because I really dont think he was much into school. My grandfather was in World War I and like so many who were in the war, he was subjected to the mustard gas used by the Germans(If I have this wrong, then my apologies and if someone can please correct my error) and after his service was over, he was no longer able to work. My grandmother also went to work and between the two of them and help from family and friends, they made it. Finding this really difficult to describe who he was and his life. Im not sure the exact number of jobs my dad had, but I only remember one while I was growing up. He generally worked the 7-3 shift Monday through Friday and other times as needed at one of the local furniture plants and retired after twenty five years. I am not sure how old he was at this time, but I would imagine somewhere between 60-70
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 01:51:03 +0000