I always knew that I'd get something that had to do with Harley Davidson's for Fathers Day, I could count on it from him. I'd give everything I have right now just to have him call me up and ask for money to buy something.
The hug on the last Fathers Day with him and the post on Facebook from 2012 is what I remember the most, add to that "I love you old man"
So, if you have a dad, or you are a dad, treasure every one of the Fathers Days, reach out and call your kid, reach out and call your dad, it doesn't matter how pissed off you are, if you haven't spoken in days, weeks, months or years. You never know if this will be the last one.
I met Santa yesterday while I was getting gas (he was filling up his reindeer) we chatted for a few minutes and out of the blue Nic's name came up and I told him that he had been gone since May 28, 2013. Santa looked at me and said, I lost my son in an accident as well 30 years ago this month and the hole never fills in, the pain never goes away, the hurt doesn't stop and the memories, well the memories begin to fade at times, but you have to hold on to them, remember the love and never ever let him go.
That Santa, well, he's a smart one, and I don't think it was by chance that I ran into him at all.
Six Grand Kids (his mini me) and two daughters are what keep me going on a daily basis, there isn't a minute that I don't wish it had been me instead of him, not a second that I don't feel empty and not a day goes by that I don't miss him.
Family. That's all that really matters in my world.
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