My Dad Part 1

This is the beginning of the week before Father's Day. This is the first year time in my life that I have to think about Father's Day without my dad in this world. It is still so hard to believe that he is gone. I dreamed about him last night. It seems that he has been heavy on my mind lately.

I don't want to spend this week in deep sadness. Although I don't believe that it would be wrong to be sad, and I know that I will be sad some this week, I want to remember some of the good times we had with him in this world.

My dad was an unassuming man. He was a quiet man who didn't say a lot, but everything he ever said meant something. When he would tell a story, we would many times wonder if he would ever get to the point, but that was just dad. There were many times mom would say, "Richard, I wish you would hurry up." Sometimes he would just give up and tell the rest of the story later.

Dad loved sports. He was a big Auburn fan, but I forgave him for that. As much as we seemed to pick at each other about that, it seems like such a small thing now. As a matter of fact, many things seem so much smaller now.

Some of my greatest memories of dad were at the baseball field. He coached us throughout our youth and was a very good strategist. He was tough, but always fair with all of the players. He was a great example to us all.

I hope to spend a couple of blogs this week in memory of my father. I sure do miss him.

For those of you whose fathers are still alive, please be sure to speak to them often and tell them how much they mean to you. My dad knew that I loved him, but I sure miss being able to tell him.