Twelve Years Ago

A Loss That Still Hurts Every Day...


Twelve years ago this morning I was sitting in my boat on a lake in South Carolina preparing to celebrate Cinco de Mayo.

Then I received a call on my cell phone that changed my life forever.

My Father had passed away earlier that morning.

I parked my boat on it's trailer, drove it back to my friend's house to collect my belongings, and then began an eleven hour saga back through Atlanta to check on my cats, then on to southern Alabama.

That seemed like the longest drive I've ever taken, even though I've covered greater distances in a single day before and since.

Needless to say I don't celebrate on May 5th any longer.

My father was an exceptional man.

Husband and parent first.

A complete Gentleman.

Christian.

A gifted test pilot and electrical engineer.

What else could you ask for, except his presence today?


Miss you Dad...