A couple of days ago marked the anniversary of my dad's passing. It's always a refective time for me because he is someone I aspire to be. He was a quiet, gentle soul and was always slow to anger. I think I can count on one hand how many times in my lifetime he was angry with me. (Not something I'm very good at but I'm working on it.) He was always a patient teacher and I recall the first time I drove a car. Up till that point tractors was all I knew to drive (I was 13) He thought it would be a good idea for me to give the car a try. I remember telling him I wasn't ready but he thought I was. Everything was fine until I drove into the yard and almost into the barn. He quietly got out the car looked at me and said " maybe we'll try again when your 16."
He was a survivor of WW 2 in the Netherlands and that in itself is an entire story all on its own. He loved a good joke and a good prank and would bring flowers to my mom for birthdays, anniversaries or just because.
I was 17 when he died, he was only 56 and as I sit with tears streaming down my face missing him like crazy I know his legend will live on in the stories I tell about him to my children and grandchildren. He will forever and ever be in my heart. I miss you and love you my dearest dad.