so i am a couple days late in writing this tribute to my dad...born on september 11, 1924.
probably not in his wildest dreams would he have imagined he would be sharing
his birthday with one of the biggest tragedies in united states history.
i love this photo.
my dad is on the left, his father in the middle and his brother in the ill fitting jeans.
i will say i love my dads overalls.
why cant we go back to wearing overalls?
so convenient and comfortable.
so universally fitting.
i love my dad.
i admire my dad.
i look up to my dad.
for lots of reasons.
he taught me many great lessons in life.
all very important ones, in fact if one can master the ones he taught
and exemplified, we would all have it made.
just to name a few.
however, these are the BIG ones.
the ones that matter.
and i have realized that in the last couple of years.
that all the little stuff doesnt matter.
there is lots of unimportant fluff in life.
eliminate the fluff, and get back to basics.
get back to who you are and what you stand for.
and stand for something you believe in.
im all over it.
and thanks dad for being there for me.